I toss another wish into flames I lit
There's beauty in this infernal ditch
A garden of ash and ruins and sin
Dreams burn here at nightfall but cries don't cease until morning
They swallow their unfinished screams as i douse their pleas in poison
An elixer of the sweet release of death it seems is a far-cry from salvation
Say, does to love mean to imprison?
"Some sick rhetoric to justify our damnation."
A token of goodwill, a calm disposition;
Who'd expect a benefactor to be a vendor of venom?
I pour another vial, singe another ambition.
Had the vendor known "care" is the most potent of his poisons?
"To burn dreams? Desires? Desperation?"
"Yes"
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