Ah, misguided soul, <br />clinging to cobwebs <br />spun so beautifully <br />around false love. <br />How sweet the bitterness <br />clinging to my tongue <br />trying to drown me <br />in silence. <br />Awake now forgotten anger, <br />fear not the bite <br />of shallow karma, <br />revenge will set us free. <br />Oh, sweet scent of betrayal <br />you sink into my skin, <br />staining memories black <br />like venom crusted teardrops <br />drying before morning. <br /> <br />6/9/09<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bittersweet-33/
