I take a drop of your poison
Tasting so bitter-sweet
On my lips it does moisten
And seems like quite a treat
O, but as you say a waste of time
Sipping on your dew supplied
So vile, tainted, yet still sublime
In my minds eye, still yet denied
I care not if your truth comes as a lie
For me to discern, what I see as right
Alone in darkness, with you sit and cry
Awaiting our turn, to dawn morning light
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