Our Little Poison, Lacquer Love

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An Immortal Kiss

Our little poison, lacquer love.
How it seems as innocent as a dove.
But needles and shot glasses give us our lift.
Without an easy high, we cannot get our fix.
Our little poison, lacquer love.
When we’re sober…
We hate each other.
But booze changes nightmares
Into fantasies so we can care.
Our little poison, lacquer love.
An addiction one can’t break.
Fighting seems to have sealed my fate.
From the very first shot, everything seemed fine.
But how can you know love, with a cloudy, poisoned mind?
Shame, this little poison, lacquer love.
For sobriety is only for a moment.

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