Bittersweet Poison
Like the arrow that strikesMy heart doesn't stand a chance
Though slow and torturous you might be
You will drive me mad until I succumb
Pain and pleasure in my veins
Hot and cold all over me
My breath is slowly getting shorter
My heart will surely be crushed
Must you take me over
In such an agonizing way
Can't you be the sword
And quickly claim my life
Why do you leave me wanting
What I clearly can never have
Yet you leave me pining slowly
A victim of your sweet death
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