I crave your taste
Still picking up your scent
Your golden eyes glistening
Still cast their spell
I'll sit here sober-minded
Rotting in my bed
Empty glass of ice
In my trembling hands
Until that honey warm liquid
Trickles down my throat
An addict to your being
A slave to your form
Oh Sweetening pleasure
Grace me with your presence
Take away this reality
That's killing me
Worse than your poison
edited 2012
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 6:39 PM UTC
I crave your taste
Still picking up your scent
Your golden eyes glistening
Still cast their spell
I'll sit here sober-minded
Rotting in my bed
Empty glass of ice
In my trembling hands
Until that honey warm liquid
Trickles down my throat
An addict to your being
A slave to your form
Oh Sweetening pleasure
Grace me with your presence
Take away this reality
That's killing me
Worse than your poison
edited 2012
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