Sick, jaded, deflated
You turn to me with broken eyes
Scared, desperate, emaciated
Darling, don't you realize
As you struggle to endure
That I'm the poison; not the cure

Searching for a vaccine; obscene
Ringing your bell; unclean
Falling to the sickness; I witness
You tearing at your veins; witless
Taken by my sweet allure
I'm the poison, dearest
Not your cure

I fed you fruit divine
From the secret forbidden tree
Made you completely mine
Slowly dying next to me
Yet the thought is still obscure
That I'm the poison; not the cure

Searching for relief; not grief
When you come to me; belief
Falling for the lies; unwise
Looking for a savior; surprise
Taken by my sweet allure
I'm the poison, dearest,
Not your cure

All the warmth and joy
All the happiness in your life
I drank it up, my little toy
To turn your fortune into strife
Tainted by my will, impure
I'm the poison; not the cure

Perhaps, it's my own misery
That drives me to these sins
But I'm sure I'll not be sorry
When my verdict has come in
For I, too, drank the poison
I died in love's cruel arms
So now my unburried corpse
Spreads disease and harm

Taken by my false allure
I'm the poison, dearest
And of this I'm sure
I'm the poison dearest,
Not the cure