Clear As Day

Love hath tasted of arsenic lips ground thy soul upon treacherous hips opened vessels with anemic blood bathed in a teared river of mud yet loneliness fills a desires plate tis the companion of Poe's fate lips sparkled of potent ale lovely neck a shade too pale empty bottles of friendship lied drunken souls hang head to side looking for sadness as their pride lest the poet's pen be his bride etched in darkness, the devil's queen horrid tragedy with beauty unseen liquid scents perfume thy mind splashing eyes tearfully blind...