Poison

POISON Lyrics © Gayna Rose Madder

I am an oasis of violence; a sorting house for things that need to be done;

Piling up, one by one.

Sometimes I reach hard for oblivion; but oblivion will not come

Too many thoughts possess my tireless consciousness;

Too many hopes of change, my tired physique.

I am an open wound, encouraged not to heal;

Swallowing the poison of my own potential;

Immobilised by fear of what I could achieve.

Instead I pave a pathway for others;

Even experience a form of pride drawn from their progress along it

So yes, I have my own vicarious fulfilment, relating dull tales which allow no sense of self,

With which to touch the lives of the living.

I choose instead to filter all I say and do through reflected opinion,

Seeking not approval but validation:

To distract, detract, retract, extract meaning from meaninglessness.

But giving without receiving is not an act of generosity.

Like cooking rice without water, the main ingredient burns away.

Donating dog-like devotion, expecting no real emotion,

Is sometimes understood as the love of a good woman,

And I’d like to make it clear that I am not a good woman;

I am an oasis of violence; a sorting house for things that need to be done; Piling up, one by one;

One by one.