Nectar on my tongue,
And citrus stained fingers,
I stare into the void, and what stares back isn\'t human,
I can\'t get rid of it; this is my curse.
I stare at the fruit in my hands ; now somehow bigger than life itself,
I look at it with a crazed look in my eyes,
Any words I might\'ve said drown in my throat,
I am painfully aware of how my conscience struggles to make sense of it .
The honeyed nectar dribbles down my mouth,
I realise a little too late that it\'s poisoned,
It\'s cursed and tainted,
Now I must suffer it\'s inevitable consequences.
Tell me, is it really worth it to swim in sorrows for eternity for a moment of tasting cursed nectar?
I suppose I can\'t really judge, for my mind has become one for the lunatics,
You get a taste of cursed nectar, and in exchange, they take your dignity and your sanity,
You will hear my maniacal laughter as they drag me away.