A Pain Killer Produced by Irony

Swallowing a pain killer

That gives pain life

Poured from a box labeled strife

Produced by irony

Your spells will be

The death of me

Everything about you is

Inviting in so sweetly

By means of a hand

Palm to tip

Outstretched with no qualms

Embracing mine

With a sinful grip

So I take your hand

With relief on demand

In taking a pain killer

Causing agony

Produced by irony

-Destinie Bruno