Lips Painted With Poison

There I sat at the end of this table.

Hands neatly folded.

I pondered, and I wondered as a black tear fell and stained my soul.

I sat at my table no longer living with one blind eye..

And one eye that was completely black.

There was a crack in my soul.

You came and kissed me with lips painted with poison.

As you bent down and plucked black roses for me.

I kissed the buds with blood coming down my lips, and said " These roses are the perfect shade for me, because I have a black soul"

I turned to you and noticed both your eyes were completely black.

I fell face down into the abyss only to find my lips painted with the evil poison of this addiction...