Kindness personified
If kindness was personified,
beneath a film of a second chance.
I'd worry, and fear till my heart drew tied,
and sip whiskey so my tongue would dance.
Kindness personified?
I'd be as an alcoholic...
Who'd grown tolerant to a point,
and trusted strength would stick--
Then maidens betray their masters!
As I'd grow weak at a sip.
Worn out and jaded,
Not even from a kiss.
Speak from thy lips,
Never use the tongue more than to breathe.
I'd grown demure and quiet.
It's a sin, as my silence would deceive.
Through tears I'd scream I'm sorry,
Though tears suffocate me.
As you'd meekly ask,
Meekly? Nothing I would see...
As a fabricated alcoholic would treasure his glass,
You treasured the fact that we wouldn't last.
He'd grown tolerant to poisoning himself...
I've grown envious of a disease...
Insanity loves me...though my heart cannot be put to ease.