Venom dances on your tongue ready to slit my fragile skin, your mouth holding pretty daggers to my throat. There is nothing left for me to do but to apologize to your dark eyes as the blue sinks deep into my flesh and work into my veins, a poison that burns as it courses through my body, a flame that I have grown used to. Trapped in your bedroom, the door knob whispers my name, as they, too, even know about your toxins, And desperately beg for me to leave. But, the intimidating wall snicker along with you because they know that I could never escape. For the poison has already settled in my brain, and has convinced me that I must stay.