Sweet cyanide fill me with your thoughts
Your cellar doors
Are the ones that keep me sore
You give me strength to reveal
That I am, I am nothing but a pretty face to conceal
I’m so tired that I can’t sleep
And I’m so sick of trying to weep
Overflowing the roses underneath the tears
That will keep me dry
So let me cry don’t stop me
Let the clocks tick, and let me be free
Ringing voices in my head
Floods from a madman, and whispers of the dead
So now I leave with no sword to fall on
I’ll fly free, into the skies, and my dear sweet cyanide I’ll belong

oh!
the title of the poem oh! enticing
good poem
supani