a light Feather that
Caresses our cheeks
only to leave Behind
Paper cuts with every tweak
has all of us
Wishing for it
but like a Biased teacher
only plays Favourite
it makes our hearts Beat
our faces Smile
but in Reality, it's more
Slithery than slime
it Shoots our heart
Frowns our face
Punctures our lungs
till Death do we face
the real Wolf in
Sheep's clothes
Stabs our gut
with every Poke
the secret Sin
we all Crave
and like Wretched souls
we all Cave
Bit by Bit
as time goes on
our Withering resolve
has long been Forgone
it takes too much
yet gives too little
the only Gift left
is soul too Brittle
with one Bite
the Venom clouds
our hearts and minds
till they Pain enshroud
the more we take
the less it gives
for our Greed is what
on it, it Lives
too many sides
too many faces
too many angles
too many bases
like a Dream
that never comes True
its only purpose
is to makes us Blue
a silent Killer
just like Sugar
too sweet to behold
yet leaves us Bitter
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