Poison

A little something I wrote in the wee hours of the morning...

Poison

I'm a substance,
That can make you fall.
I'm a drug,
That can make you crawl.

I am a toxin,
I am a sin,
I'm the venom,
That lies from within.

A disease,
A virus,
A corruption,
Or potion if may be

Something that you want,
Crave and need.

Falling victim
Of this sweet embrace,
I am the Poison,

And you're ready for a taste.

This poem describes a person that's addictive or that you're attracted to; and in which case, is a factor that one touch of this said someone will Poison you into wanting more...