Poison

Slowly pouring from my weins
This poison that you've given me.
I want to know if you could be,
The cure to my disease.
But the pain I recive comes in waves,
The ocean of my soul.
And you know not of the pain you bring,
But this life pits the hole.
So bleed me of this poison,
Rotted in my heart,
Where you could hold me softly,
From the very stary.