FUNNY HOW VODKA TURNS TO HEMLOCK...

I was standing outside your door
I could barely inhale
so I tried to breathe you in...
but it was like carbon monoxide to my brain
wait, I thought I came here to lose the smog?
wasn't it you who said I could find life in your air?
or at least take a sort of refuge in it
I thought I could escape the pain
in the warmth you said you possessed
I came, not to find your heart inhabited
but not to find your heart at all
such a beautiful lie when you said 'love'
such a tricky game you played, talking of your heart
did you ever imagine I'd look back at you?
did you know your alcohol would become poison to me?
odd how sometimes your vodka turns to hemlock...

09/30/2000

Posted on 10/26/2004
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