I sit and drink my poison,
Which easies the sadness,
In which I hold in stilled within the night.
You give me your eyes and not your love.
Your heart is another’s.
Your lust is mine.
Your mine is another’s,
Your desire is mine.
Look in my eyes,
And close your eyes.
Your lips touch mine,
Through out the night.
Life…what is it.
Is it right….why?
