Oct 03, 2005 11:32
"Arsenic"
I want a poison that'll kill
Make it sweet, death shouldn't taste bad.
Liquor mixed with dynamite
Something that'll act quick and get the job done.
No one wants a watered down drink, make it strong.
Two thirds liquor, one third arsenic
The mixture allowing one to escpae.
I wish my death in a tall frosted glass.
Serve me this last drink.
*There's nothing left for me here
We've all picked our poisons
Slowly everyone of us will dissappear
...I want to leave first. I don't want to see you go down...
Serve me this last drink.*
©Heidi McNab, 10/03/2005, "Arsenic"