Dare you read this poem of mine.
Between my words and every line,
I hide a poison, a curse of time.
Once you’ve read this toxic rhyme,
You’ll be lost amongst my kind.
Your hands and feet shall all be bind,
Your heart and soul shall both be blind.
There is no cure in which you’ll find.
Now you’ve seen this accursed tide.
It is time to say your last good-byes.