Deleted-User Posted January 19, 2011 So give unto me my lovely poison. Bane of my blood, willingly taken to keep me enthralled. I cling to each drop, the beautiful burn left upon my tongue and soul. But without it I cannot hold together bone and flesh. And so I gladly seek your pain and disdain, given freely from a once loving breath. Hand in hand as you set aflame what's left of my battered mind. I'll smile as your touch withers away whats left.