You make me sick,
the feeling creeps into my belly,
like undead snakes,
munching on my courage.
Poisoning my patience.
Making me less then a goddess.
Take my words,
twist and break.
But I am not my words as my words are me.
Your anger is nothing
Your trust, less.
Doing as I am bid,
I grow tired of your invisable leash,
your borrowed time.
you can only stay the demon
till you get in the way,
then its petal to the floor.
Two hits and on the street.
Straight into the wild.
Call me whatever,
but the time quickly comes,.
like the light of the candle
I am blown out,
and when you call me,
I will not come.