the poison

we set our souls to believe yet we can't help but take the drink filled with a vile taste of many things the goblet of doom in our own pride we drink and in our spirits sink our own selves consumed we make the poison ourselves with different things like , hatred,horror or even love with all a poison is made the poison seeps into our bodies and cannot be touched until we realise we drink the poison we brew ourselves alone with the cup of death what is filled with regret we think a sip can set us free yet we can't even see