Poison
Bite the dog that bit me
Feel the arsenic in my throat,
Spoon me the laced cup of tea
And let the toxicant float.
Rotted apple to the core,
I was no use to you
Tibby tumbles to the floor
After your spellbinding brew.
Execute the plan
And take me out,
No longer your favorite man
Drown in your tainted herbs of doubt.
Bitter lips
Kiss of death,
Your cold blood drips
As I take “our” last breath.
Close my eyes
And bid me our final farewell,
Meeting my foreshadowed demise
As you cast your last wicked spell.
Feel the arsenic in my throat,
Spoon me the laced cup of tea
And let the toxicant float.
Rotted apple to the core,
I was no use to you
Tibby tumbles to the floor
After your spellbinding brew.
Execute the plan
And take me out,
No longer your favorite man
Drown in your tainted herbs of doubt.
Bitter lips
Kiss of death,
Your cold blood drips
As I take “our” last breath.
Close my eyes
And bid me our final farewell,
Meeting my foreshadowed demise
As you cast your last wicked spell.
Tags : Poison, friendship, death
Key Words : Kiss, tea, spell
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