The gift of poison
I’m the right mistake
Cruel words can heal me
Touch – a gentle disease
Where skies are green
The grass burns red
Terminal youth outlives me
Sight – an abstract sense
I’m the worst theory
Your downfall, my majesty
In this restless syndrome
I’ll drown the flavours
Such an innocent crime
Taste – my ascending demise
Step outside your comfort zone
Come to meet your best downfall
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