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

14 thoughts on “Poisoned wine”
  1. There was no reason to stop drinking me – you would have always been drunk.
    Too bad the hangover lasts forever.

    The headache, the nausea, the loss of being drunk,
    All should remind you of the folly, of having nothing left.

    The poison starts reacting only when you stopped.
    No fun revealing it earlier, my “dear”.

  2. ME AND MY FRIEND ARE WRITING A BOOK AND WE WERE WONDERING IF WE COULD USE IT? IT WONT GET PUBLISHED WE ARE ONLU 13 =] ALSO WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

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