24 June 2012
Tendrils of green lace the poetry walls Leeching the blood of those she enthralls Finding a crack she works her way in To inject her poison, a glorified sin
Poisonous ivy looks coy at a glance Don't let it surround you, you won't have a chance It'll cling like a parasite, sucking you dry Bleeding your words and watching you die
So if you see ivy, too good to be true It probably is, here's what you should do: Light up a match and burn it from the roots To kill poisonous ivy and the music she flutes.
Poison Ivy • Opuss № I