Vices

Iced poison slips down wet throats
Of children trying to be adults,
Too young to know regret,
Filling their emerged bodies with toxins,
In the name of appearances, names, false confidence.

Toxic fumes slips through the lungs
Of the child with a curious flame,
Inhaling a promise of death, voluntarily,
Smiling while gripping their chests, with burning eyes,
Covering dying lungs with masks of living life.

Characteristic fluids flow through bodily caverns,
Of children desiring a forbidden pleasure,
A bombardment of bodies and culminating feelings,
Surging emotions and abuse of the flesh,
Common cause of undeserved accomplishment.

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