He is my poison, my purple flower
So sweet and intoxicating
Yet so lethal I burn and die
My Wolfsbane that puts me to sleep
My dear and peaceful nightmare
One that I crave day and night
One that makes me fly off in to the sky
One that lets me taste a bit of heaven
And I come back down again to see,
Non other than my poison flower
Blooming under the moonlight
So beautiful, so ethereal yet so dangerous
My breath hitches and my lungs ache
My heart burns and tears escape
As I have a taste of my Wolfsbane.
I scream, cry and I hollor against the sky
Staring into his dark orbs, glistening
No trace of sin, so heavenly I crave
And my craving becomes my sin,
And he is not other than just,
My beautiful purple Wolfsbane, so pure.
His essence dripping from my soul
And as I close my eyes he takes me to heaven
Tasting my poisonous wolfsbane