Poison

                                                                              
 Poisoned by the very blood that feeds the river of my soul.

Thoughts and memories clot my veins not allowing the river to flow.

Life's blood animated and produced by a breath and one simple word.
Come to me, a command, 3 simple words.
To obey would be easy in the realm of my spirit.
Yet to disobey is the calling of my flesh.
2 beings sharing one body fighting for control.
Let the Word summon you answer it's faint call.
Cast off your flesh and walk in the spirit.