There I sat at the end of this table.
Hands neatly folded.
I pondered, and I wondered as a black tear fell and stained my soul.
I sat at my table no longer living with one blind eye..
And one eye that was completely black.
There was a crack in my soul.
You came and kissed me with lips painted with poison.
As you bent down and plucked black roses for me.
I kissed the buds with blood coming down my lips, and said " These roses are the perfect shade for me, because I have a black soul"
I turned to you and noticed both your eyes were completely black.
I fell face down into the abyss only to find my lips painted with the evil poison of this addiction...