I felt it
Bit by bit
Creeping up on me
Ever so slowly
And then pushed backwards, I was
Trying to scream for it all to pause
'Twas love, oh who would have thought
Enrobing me with its silk no matter all I fought
Perhaps I would have wrapped it tighter around I
Perhaps I would have allowed myself to cry, to fly
Perhaps I would have drank it, drowned it with thirst
Perhaps I would have jumped, no, dived in head first
To me, it was absinthe, or ricin on a whole
Or on my skin, burning it like sparkling bright coal
Oh who would have thought
That it would leave you distraught.
We dream of roses and beautiful red
But roses have thorns and blood is deep red~
