Poison Bottles

But now, the poison is too great

As the glistening glass empties

My body fills up with regret

My downfall is inevitable,

Like the evening sun

 

Unlike the shining sun,

I will not rise up with grace

Or elegance, this won’t be pretty

My actions will be blunt and hard to admire

It will be ugly, sad, and dark, but it’ll mostly be human.

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