Poison

I would Finish any flagon

I would drain most any draught

If its contents made it easier
 
but sadly they do not


I would mix up any tonic

I would drink up any brew

I would take all pills or potions

So that I may be cured of you


You are poison deep inside me

coarsing slowly through my heart

you are sickness, you are virus
 
you have torn my soul apart.


So a poison for a poison

Drink it down and drink it quick

let them battle deep inside me

let them punch, and let them kick


As my body is the battleground

the dirt and blood will blend

cries of fury, and of sadness

clash together, in my end.