I always thought
I was too weak
So I found a poison
And started to drink

I started off slow
I wanted immunity
Maybe if I swallowed
I’d be granted impunity

To train myself
To survive this vile
I increased my intake
For an awfully long while

Through my lips
My bane quickly passed
Over and over
I felt strength at last

Until one day
I examined my life
Making myself sick
In my pastime was rife

I decided to stop
This must be my last
But here I lay dying
My chance had past

The poison had found its way
Through to my heart
But I thought I was careful
I thought I’d been smart