I'll burn within.

 

Arsenic.

Hemlock.

Poison makes me sick.

Wash it down

and I will drown in it.

A pint of shame

A shot of courage,

Fan the flames

and I'll burn within.

 

Play the game and I'll comply

can't tell lies, from truth.

Play the game,

I'll fall for you,

I'll fall. I'll fall

and when my

glass overflows

I will sit back

in my shattered glass pain

and wallow.

 

Thallium

Cyanide.

Throat burns

from the liquor inside.

Take another round,

drown in the liquid

as time slides.

 

Play the game.

I'll down

the top row for you.

Play the game,

see what good it will do.

Cannot hide truth behind lies,

I will see through

all the facetious smiles,

the snide side-eyed glares

but I'll still play the game.

I'll pretend I don't see or care,

I'll accept the hurt. You win,

because the liquor has burnt

out any shame inside.

I'm addicted,

not to the poison,

but to the flame within.

 

 

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