Toxic Supplements (with Deathnote Whovian)

She left me in a hopeless trance
with her hypnotic eyes
She brought me to the battlefield
and left me there to die

She pistol-whipped me into shape
with her pearl-handled hips
She set me up and knocked me down
with each blast from her lips


From what I could make out
with my wild, bloodshot eyes
It seemed like this was all rehearsed
not much to my surprise

And still I find I'm crawling back
to taste her punishment
I just can't seem to live without
Her toxic supplements

She lays emotion like tripwires
and rigs them with C4
But she has certain beauty that
I simply can't ignore

Her presence seems to linger on
like the sweet stench of death
But I would kiss her arsenic lips
with my last dying breath