The Asp at My Chest - The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart

Serpent friend of mine, your venom sweet as wine

Still I don’t believe you

Possess my hopes and then, don’t know what came of them

Still I just don’t leave you

Perhaps the fault is mine, and this the final time

You set yourself upon me

The fall will not be far, can still see what we were

And won’t be anymore

When the venom comes I’ll shut my eyes

As my body numbs and life unties

I will feel your pull one last time

Then will I escape you?