Twised(My Poison) Poem by Colin Wongk

this poison I drink...
make my steps seem crooked
my thoughts so lucid
my heartbeat so elusive
my sentences might be inconclusive but yet I am not stupied
no just twisted
like a top my world spins
i say I'll never do this again
drink of this poison
but we'll see next weekend
till then I'll wait for this twisted feel to end
so I can go back to the real world again
maybe next time I'll see past this web of lies this poison spins whispering in my ear telling me it's my friend till the bitter end when I realize it was nothing but poison