my Poison

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your Kiss burns stronger than Nicotine
and the Sharp, Bitter taste
can't compare to your Tongue
however, i admit, the Blade's kiss
Sweeter still than even yours
on my Body in the Night
when the Darkness takes my Mind
and a Hunger Burns inside
for i am a lighter's Wish
as others use me for my Smoke
and Stomp me out so fire Fades
all that's left is Dead trash
on the side of a Highway road
Drowning in the rain
since the Sun began to Fade
Suffering, i become the Drug
Sweet but on a Rope i'm strung
and i'll Poison your Mind
until i Run out of Mine
and succumb to the Evil inside

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