Poem 11- Toxic

My life can be toxic and I keep it all locked in

Unneeded emotions can be boxed in

Such a tale for an ambitionless lost imp

A pale laugh for a sad ghastling

The catacombs do me justice, always resting

Cobwebs and the eerie silence are one of its best things

Silence is golden and silence can be a medicine

I hear the witch's laugh while they do their hexing

Oh I tell my friends that is not always good to be negative

And yet I am the judge, I am the hunter always baiting them

All the chaotic thoughts have taught me a lesson

Always make a way for them, then break them and then take them to a session

Let them know that their are insane, you are insane

We are the same, we are no more sane

Bounded by the love that is thick

Eerie giggles and laughs are worth all the bluffing

Now they are me and I am them, we are all toxic

-KrakenBorn