Her Cyanide.

[MysticalBurrito]

Hopeless, abandoned,
Blood, sweat, and tears,
Bittersweet serenity claims their souls as her own,
Hands grasping at their cold souls,
The scars on her arms,
Mesmerizing,
Her words are like cyanide,
Poisonous, lips turn blue,
Air is too thick to breathe in this rotten pit,
(Drowning on dry land)
Running away from her cyanide words that poor like tears among the streets,
Breathing the fumes of her foul breath,
Eyes bloodshot, (Doomed a horrible death)
Her promises kept, their tears will never be wept.

The queen of lies, (Oh yes she is)
The master of your demise,
In her palm she holds the names of the doomed souls,
Disgraces to nature, choking them with her ruthlessness.
Handing them the cup of bitter wine,
Intoxicatingly sweet, (Swallow it like a good little child)
World twiddling away, (Goodnight and goodbye!)
Her words tuck you into bed, (Sleep tight)
But don’t forget her voice! (When she’s gone)

Hold the crown of shame over her head,
Don’t let her misery end,
The addiction tattooed to her wrist, (To her soul)
Glass heart shattered,
Innocence stolen,
Born into this,
“This cyanide is my escape, let me drink the last drop and I will be free.”