The Poison Stains

A bile taste within my mouth
A bittersweet feeling upon my tongue
Why can't you begin, begin again
Alas, whatever's done is never done

It burns and torches and stings
Shredding my own relying guess
A flaring mark upon my chest
How violet the violent scorns lay

Spit out your sacrilegious harmonies
Write them down upon each and every war
For I will never listen, never more
Yet another biting rage of character

This is an evil I say!
A vile violation of my darkened nature
But you still maintain a stature
That drives another nail into my very core

Burn these flare afire
Let them sink all the way down
Into the depths of dictum states
But they will not feel

For thus you have poisoned them
And the hearts can not heal
They shall lie in wait of what you seek
For them, eternal misery