Hemlock Grove

You stand in front of me,
Shield and sword,
Taking jabs at my life.
I hear every word.

Take me to the place
Of hemlocks and roses.
Where the shroom
Covered root decomposes.

Where's my protection?
Have you stripped me
Of that which kept me alive?
Set me free.

My Wonderland is spinning
Out of control.
The grotto in which we stand
Lives without a soul.

Why do we still fight when
All has once been said?
In your forest of lies,
I am left for dead.

Your hemlock and thorns
Keep me in a state
Of ever-poisoned doubt.
I've taken your bait.

Your tongue is bittersweet.
A kiss I accept by mistake.
I'll perish in your next victory,
For that is at stake.