Gancanagh

Taste the toxin in your skin I'll become a slave to whim Follow you where weary you tread Won't give up until I'm dead Waste away to whispers clutch Emaciated of your touch Hold me tight and fill this need In your absence my heart does bleed Fingertips are fix enough I don't need your heartfelt love Hand in mine your opium feeds Only you can fill my needs If I knew how to return To that moment of the turn When I ended normal life And fell upon your broken knife I'll gladly lose so very much Waiting for your toxic touch