Suicide Aside

Slowly, i push my muzzle into your mouth
and with a finger, push to bury my seed
at the back of your head.
But does it grow, or just soil the soil?
To those that trip through water,
doses drunk by deviants destined to die,
I come to claim, carry and care for calamity.

Early in hell and heaven as well
we ignore and think as this repeats
and man drags himself out of breath.
We heard no more of him after what he drank.
This potion you provided in which he sank
was meant to quench his thirst.
It was first a healing that ended cursed

Leonell