your witty banter falls into me
sickening my head
talking at me, scream scream scream
until i fall down dead
you scrape your tongue against
my lips and scratch up
my glowing skin
and like the filthy criminal you are
you stick the poison in
and though i can't stop looking at you
long enough to sway
i'd rather be the death of you
than rot myself, in your decay
so listen up real good, lover,
here's the secret key:
the person with the poison
was (hahaha) silly me
Please tell me what you think
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The one addiction I truely wish to not have.....



