Poison
You made me drink poisoned love
And now i’m chasing after you for the cure.
Slowly, my hope is rotting away
Slowly, my soul is fading.
Sadness and pain tortures my heart
The agony is clawing its way into my sanity.
Truth is distorded, sight is failing..
Unable to see the beauty of other things..except yours.
Still I search for the antidote that lies within you..
Or am I still thirsty for more of your poisoned love?
TO choose to be released or to suffer more..
which should i choose?
Would it be reasonable to risk everything i have again ?
Should i gamble once more of what’s left of a broken heart ?
..If that is so..then..
Gambling with my destiny is just fine for i have nothing left to lose
anymore.
