BloodRust - An original poem

You're a blade in my mouth,
Smooth mint metallic rust.
Enough to have stoic trust,
Enough to take it,
When you drop needles,
onto my silver tongue.
Injecting a virus of rust,
Infecting my neurotic rhyme,
With a dash of lust,
Tempting me to slash into you first.

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@arkadian