The gift of poison
I'm the right mistake
Cruel words can heal me
Touch - a gentle diseaseWhere skies are green
The grass burns red
Terminal youth outlives me
Sight - an abstract senseI'm the worst theory
Your downfall, my majestyIn this restless syndrome
I'll drown the flavours
Such an innocent crime
Taste - my ascending demise
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