The poison that I drink today
Is what keeps me living in this fray
Her poison keeps me alive
While slowly ripping me apart inside
The continuity of my heartfelt battle
Shakes me to the core like a snake's rattle
I beg for the removal of this ambiguity
But it's impossible when I foresee

As I lift my bottle of rum
Hoping to douse out her pestilential love
It only reminds me that she's as fragile as a dove
Well at least that's true for her line of reason
It's like the never ending change of seasons
And whilst I wage a war for her admiration
She resides in the poison with the cruel intention
After many months of struggles and tribulation
I thought I had won and I celebrated with delectation
But alas, when the battle seemed to have been won
I find out the poison has not yet been undone
It now runs deep in my blood-filled veins
And she is the only one who holds the reins
What I feel I do not show
The lack of emotion starts to grow