Poison

I want to believe you
God how I do,
every time I let my walls down
I begin to let you through
but it only lasts
such a brief fucking time
before you're changing your story,
feeding me more lines,
you're driving me crazy
sometimes I think that's the point,
your words have become poison
infecting my soul,
they've corroded my heart,
blackened my veins,
your "love" is dangerous,
a wicked game you play,
your love is killing me...slowly
more and more everyday,
I must be suicidal because still I try
even knowing
that because of your "love" I'll die.