If only I’d let you know
Words that spilled too slow
I mourn what could have been
Drenched in this bloodstained skin
Too bad for me that I let you in.
I’m of two minds about your role
See drinking acid rots the soul
So too can medicine bore a hole
Bitter pills darker than the blackest coal
Funnily, these words could mean anything
A lost friend. A former lover. A bee sting.
What else could this hollow heart wring?
How sweet is the wine of grief as an offering?
What notes should the fallen angels sing?
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