And when the poison and antidote become one it makes for a glorious disaster, don't you think?
When the minds of the unlike merge to form a painful yet equally beautiful experience. What
level of madness would I have to be in to say that I like it?
Sadomasochist? Maybe.
A fool for love? Definitely.
The chains have left irreparable wounds, piercing me with a certain poison, paralyzing all that is
good and pure within me.
With no antidotes in sight, it's a race against time to stop its deadly spread, to heal my fatal
wounds.
Wounds that must be cured, right?