I tried to turn poison into tea, and I sipped it slowly
As it was burning my throat, I thought it would ultimately cure my soul
I confused it’s toxins for sugar
And let that poison pour down my throat and seep into my chest
It was painful, and my heart could barely bare the agony
But at the same time I couldn’t get enough  , it was my love’s potion
I continued to sip the tea, and I felt my heart slowly shutting down
I didn’t want to waste what took so long to brew, but it’s bitterness masked all which was sweet
But even after realizing I was sipping a glass of diluted poison, trying to let go and letting that glass break, was still exceedingly more painful then the burning sensation in my chest.