Venom's Embrace.

If poison is sweet, it doesn’t matter,

Sip by sip, the heart grows madder.

A honeyed sting, a velvet lie,

We drink, and never question why.

The bitter truth, a whispered dare,

Laced in gold, we’re unaware.

A kiss that burns, a touch that shatters

If poison is sweet, it doesn’t matter.

The heart racing, the throat closing,

The eyes water, letting out what it’s holding.

Yet the mind stays still, unwilling to waver,

If poison is sweet, it doesn’t matter.

A clasp upon the throat, drawn slow and tight,

A rope, a collar — wonder which one's right.

Maybe a hand? One can ponder,

If poison is sweet, it doesn’t matter.

The whispers soft, but full of chains,

A tender touch that feeds the pain.

We chase the warmth, we beg for more,

If poison is sweet, it doesn’t matter.

We hunger for the sweet, the cruel,

We drown in love, we break the rule.

Twisting our souls, feeding desire,

If poison is sweet, it doesn’t matter.

What harm is love, if it deceives?

A blissful death is all it leaves.

So taste the ache, let the glass clatter

If poison is sweet, it doesn’t matter.