It’s okay now, the cold set in
Endless nights with the bitter wind
She’ll be alright now
As Death leads her way
Sweetheart, put down your poison
Can’t you see this is the epitome
Of unhappiness and unfulfilled dreams
Toxicity builds from day to day
Slowly your insides grow evident
I’m not sure I can see you anymore
As a respectable person
Perhaps I linger in the past
Or maybe you deceive people
They believe you’re innocent
But now the revelation of truth
Forces you to bottle up your pride
Don’t worry, someone will care for you
The one who cannot refuse to accept
The one who welcomes poison
Tidings to The King of Decay
Logistical Blonde 