Natures Finest

Nature’s venomous taste on the tip of my tongue.
Burning and scolding,words are now dust.
A curious tune, forever a song unsung.

Lies creep through a life's work gone undone.
These treacherous fiends, these promises a must.
Nature’s venomous taste on the tip of my tongue.

Fermented, a delicate bouquet of emotions is hung.
Intoxicating all senses, a poisoned perfume luring with lust.
A curious tune, forever a song unsung.

Stun the heart, for a cry is among
Impure is the blood, turning to rust.
Nature’s venomous taste on the tip of my tongue.

Speculate wonders, recall fragile strings unstrung.
Eyes blossom no more, no sight in August.
A curious tune, forever a song unsung.

Surroundings unfamiliar, savages adjust.
Laughing, mocking, words of disgust.
Nature’s venomous taste on the tip of my tongue.
A curious tune, forever a song unsung.