Thursday, September 6, 2007

Poisoned wine

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Poison,
Was laced into
The first glass of sweet wine you offered me

Since then even water tastes like fire



From betrayal is born vindictiveness
And for those of us who never forget
It is akin to the demon child born of a mortal womb

You will always be the poison in my sweet wine

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love that.