To Mr Marlboro Date: Tuesday, 3rd May 2011 @ 02:48:12 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Morgo Deceptive Companion. Cylinder of lies. You promised so much- Yet took, never gave. Scar me. Burn me. Arrive, then spurn me. Whittle me away, as you do. That's okay. Merchant of death. So small yet so deadly. Unleash your grey vapour, rejoice at it's dance, beneath beaming lamp posts, which see through your secrets whilst I drink you in. It's okay, I'm entranced. A laughable premise you present, old friend. Secretions fade with a gust of the wind. Yet within me your disease will linger, entwining with my soul, my sins. Corrupt my heart. Infest my lungs. Accelerate my life's decay. A fool was I to welcome you, believing you would soothe me. But do not leave. I'll be okay. This poem is Copyright © Morgo Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=166155