poison
the black bottle kept just out of reach of those who fear my obsidian liquid
a toxicology report: deadly in large doses but taken with care the hurting heals us
sure, share a nightcap wince with me in pain we need this to sting no easier, knowing it
small sips are sweet deeper drinks, bitter stone fruit can’t mask a burning this intense
scared to let you see me like this — red eyes pierce pewter framing you want, no, need to
as the spirit fully hits there’s no stopping this drink. the cork is broken now
mb bischoff