Olivia

Olivia. You love as i do,
you live only because i want you to,
give me your moneym and your poor reasoning,
for i said: 'give me fire! fire! fire!
drench me in the waters of Eden'.

At night i hear you breathing, as i sleep
on beds of roses, with the rats, and the
lice, the regs - the bunch of posies
which wards of Lord death
and all his offerings of heaven.

I am forever in your debt and in your prison
sipping water from your cups, i sip
your poison, and it slips,
laughing all the while it falls free
oh witch, you cast your spells,
for they, for they will never work there ways on me.