The venom runs down my veins.
It makes me gasp for breaths of air
I lose control of my senses
And I taste you again.
And I can’t stop.
It’s the poison that keeps calling my name
And I cower upon your arrival
Call me pathetic, desperate and doomed
For I loved you as I did bloom
Now the taste is just betrayal
While I sip whiskey and peach ale.
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