A splash of crimson, and of bubbling water.
I stir, and the cubes clink the glass.
Tilting the cup, I take just enough poison to make me numb,
and to make every sensation a thousand times sweeter,
and to make my mid sleep,
while my soul sings and dances in the stars and moonlight.
This is my favorite poison.
The clear kind.
The kind that kills you, when you drown in it
but makes you fly when you take just enough.
This clear, toxic lullaby.
Goodnight.