Drink from the cup
No longer blinded eyes
The tide it turns and the pendulum swings
Dry your tears before you cry
She’s coming back around again
With a secret to tell
You’re overtaken by the grasp
State of panic you turn and look back
Open your ears and fine tune your heart
It’s the nature of things
She meets you back at the start
Injection of her venom
The sting of her teeth
Sacramental ingestion
Do you know what lies beneath?







Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write, the words sway like a pendulum my friend. Amazing work. Appreciate you.
Damian
Glad you enjoyed this piece Damian. Thanks!!
This feels like a snake bite. Injection of venom feeling the sting of the bite. Nicely done
Cool. Glad you connected with this piece. Appreciated.