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Arsenic

The white powder of my flesh will consume you.
It's never failed before.
I am everything you want;
everything you have ever needed;
wrapped in a package of poison.
Poison to wreck your soul.

You'll never get enough,
you'll never let me go.
When I tire of you I'll leave;
you'll be delirious with the pain,
your heart consumed with the sores
that prove the arsenic has gotten into your blood.

Every tear you shed on my shoulder
glides gently to the curls there.
Dampening them, making them stronger,
and more defined then ever.
When I leave I'll be more beautiful
to you than I ever have been before.

The true poison you will never know.
It lies in my heart, in wait;
to kill me and me alone.
It waits until love strikes me,
and then slowly unwinds and takes effect.
Leaving my death in it's trail.

When I am truly in love,
a miracle it seems -
for just but a while,
until some great tragedy occurs.
My poison stopping my love;
never to know it's true happiness.

And in my sadness and despair,
the poison will move once again outward.
It's never failed before.
I am everything you want;
everything you have ever needed;
wrapped in a package of poison.

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