Paying the Price? It's never for the nice. So I'll roll the dice Cut and Cut The drops they drip The pain barely a nip I'm not suicidal Nor homicidal But I'm angry and sad And full of madness And of course Badness Delight in my own pain Not for gain But to punish Time for the finish
A bit of background to make my poems easier to smallow. Still they will be as hard to swallow as cyanide