Tainted

I drown in the blood

of destruction. Rejection

 haunts me during battle,

yet to have a victory.

 He lays on the cold

beach still trying

to fight me, never afraid

of anything.

My blood shot

eyes, haunting

in site, plan your death.

Old habits possessed

with horrific nature. Poison

lines my lips as I lean

in for a kiss, stealing

air from his lungs. I watch

him wither,

 lips stained with fire.

My hands raw with blisters

smoke guiding my way

as I crawl

from  the fight.

starting

a new story, with nothing

but ease.