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May 2016

the poison tree.

A Poison Tree by merm-ish
“A Poison Tree” by merm-ish

It is sick and twisted,

a gnarled tree that feeds from poisonous soil.

It blooms sweet flowers,

a magnificent deception that lures in the innocent.

The antithesis of a giver,

it sucks the oxygen straight from the lungs.

Thorns embellish its branches,

curved like snake fangs slicing into the flesh.

Colossal leaves conceal the eyes,

blinding the chosen ones to its cunningness.

A labyrinth of mangled roots,

trip the unsuspecting into perilous bliss.

The sinful sap it harvests,

entraps the soul and encases the heart.

Its bark impervious to sunlight,

life generates from darkness harbored within.

She sought refuge underneath its welcoming foliage,

heedless of danger, nestled amongst the blossomed façade.

She watered its thirsty soul, nourished its ravenous mind,

pulled the weeds that burrowed deep into the heart of it.

Truth gave way when the mendacious leaves withered in wintertime,

revealing the repugnant nature of the tree and its cruel intentions.

The tree stood defiant, ignorant to the power of the cloaked woman in red.

Fire blazed within the palm of her hands, bloody from harvesting the lies.

She set fire to the poisonwood and it burned mercilessly from within.

Its ashes scattering with the warm summer breeze and it was no more.

“Threefold the weight of deeds done shall it be returned unto thee,”

and carry with her she will, the ashes of the forgotten tree.

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run Lucifer, run.

taken from www.bhmpics.com
taken from http://www.bhmpics.com

 

A black veil of lies masks the true form beneath
He longs for the angelic soul – too far out of reach
She is the chosen one – cuts straight through the deceit
Lucifer, it’s time to reveal your horned head and hoofed feet
Lustful whispers escape the mouth of the beast
Hunting down the flesh, he is commanded to feast

But you can’t dance with the devil without getting burned
Another piece of her heart charred black with each turn
Her red gown it twirls – up in flames – he spins her round
He fucks with the head and the heart never making a sound

Each time she lets go, he buries his claws in deeper

For his own selfish pleasure, he desires to keep her
Demon, don’t you know? Your darkness is starting to show

A razor blade tongue spews forth hellish lies – no surprise

Something cold and ugly lies in wait – he knows there’s no escape

His insidious evil she has now overcome

It’s time to run Lucifer

RUN

 

 

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