Toxic Poem by Ophelia Knight

The words you speak are toxic,
Eating away at your credibility,
Attacking, scathing, hate~filled,
Like a cancer devouring its own soul.

Raining poison upon others is your game,
Words are sharper than knives,
Such wounds rarely rejuvenate,
Slashed open by your venom far too many times.

Listening to you plant the sack of vile seeds you carry is disgraceful,
Contaminating others, quarantined by your viciousness,
Others see you as you are,
Contagious, malignant, lethal.

There is no way to undo your harm,
Trust is no longer a concern,
It has been forfeited,
Relinquished at the door.

You can not extract the venom that has been spread,
It has traveled too far, to undo its damage,
When you spread pesticides,
You poison your own crop against you.

Friends rarely call on you,
You must fend for yourself,
Friends step away quickly,
You find yourself alone, with no one left to harm.

Radiate your cancer,
Destroy your venomous snake,
Cleanse your fields,
Tame your words of evil.

How must it feel to be cancerous?
Why spread venom?
Why dispense lies?
Why can you not extend love, emanate happiness, spread light?
These acts alone will pull you from the depths of your own toxic midnight.