• Drinking from the cup of poison that is your tainted soul
    Looking into the glazed windows that are your frosty eyes
    Vowing your sly ways will not let my blood run cold
    Trying to see clearly through your thinly-veiled lies

    I'm not sure if I can trust you or your alligator tears
    You tell me you have changed as we gaze at the silver moon in the night
    Your immortally mirrored soul seems to bring out my greatest fears
    As the orange flame flickers casting shadows of Autumn light

    Clinking glass and eerie thanks as you slide closer now
    Slip your arm around my waist and chuckle about the 'Good Times'
    But being cut and twisted and contorted, not sure how
    That can be translated into the lemon of a dozen limes

    Listen to the tests of time as I excuse my presence
    Wipe away the salty tears that engulf my bruised face
    Closing the chapter in the book of life titled 'Painful Love's Essence'
    As knife to wrist inevitably I know i'll cry and break.