Poison
Is it bitter
Is it sweet
Is it tasty
Is it savory
What is the word
To describe something
You use to dull pain
Everyone has atleast one
Mine is alcohol
Seemed so exciting
To begin with
Now it hurts
It dies more damage
Than i was told
It would
It has killed me mentally
It is killing my relationships
With those around me
That I love
Some say fire some say ice
I would rather face fire and ice
To end my world
Rather than alcohol
I would rather know
It ends of natural cause
Rather than of a poison
That I allow into my body.
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