I am addicted to the bittersweet taste of death.
She calls to me like the sirens to the sailor.
She pretends to be beautiful and sweet but when she takes my hand her true self is shown.
Death has crushed my soul, she has lured me into her den for my body to be taken.
Clueless, I dance to her songs and drink her wine.
I fall into her arms and confess my addiction to her.
She smiles and tells me "farewell".