Poetry in Madness

It doesn’t take much Just a few drops can compromise the entire supply

Poison of mind and of heart is the most concerning Once that well runs dry or is poisoned All is lost
Passersby know not that the water is tainted Suffering is certain

Why would you understand? Why would you justify? Knowing the suffering firsthand.

Once the poison spills to my lips, I’ll drink with abandon. I won’t shy away I won’t run I will run to you, for one last kiss Knowing you are immune Selfish is my love Selfless is my existence