Lips of poison

There I sat at the end of this table.
Hands neatly folded.
I pondered, then I wondered as a black tear fell that stained my soul.
I sat at my table no longer living with one blind eye..
And one eye that was completely black.
There was a crack in my soul.
You came and kissed me with lips painted with poison.
As you bent down and plucked black roses for me.
I kissed the buds with blood coming down my lips, and said " these roses are the perfect shade for me, because I have a black soul"