Like a leech you
Attached to my heart
Sucking me dry
Right from the start
I should have known
But blinded by hope
I let myself go
On a downward slope
Those sweet words
Fallen from poison lips
Convincing me to ignore
The cridical slips
I started to fall
In a few short days
Then you cut the ties
And left me in a hazed
Now your poison courses
Thoughout my viens
And thoughts of you
Send shooting pains
To cleanse my soul
And clense my mind
Everthing of you
Must be left behind
So goodbye to you
My Poisoned Prince
Thoughts of you
Are now past tense.
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