Slow Poison

When she used her eyes to murder my logical thoughts,

I found she has the perfect tool of a lethal killer.

When her voice makes me feel numb,

I found cyanide drips from her mouth, instead of words.

The closer she comes,

the toxic fragrance emitted from her hair becomes my suffocation.

She is the invisible mutant passing through my skin,

Where blood test and x-rays are just a waste of time.

When I realize she starts to contaminate me, I'm quite sure that,

'She is the slow poison I have been waiting for'.