Take Heart
Xing Chun
Xing Chun
A sweet death
The artificial foam and flavor that curses out questions
That works slow but quickly
When your mind blurs while your body runs
Letting Satan take control
Eventually giving him full power over your soul
The delusion brings relief and a bliss in downing two drinks
The red cherry flushing your face
The olive showing in your spit
The vodka ringing on your lips
The burn tasting in your kiss
Suddenly you forgot
Maybe the alcohol was at fault
But who could blame the feeling of flash
When you choose your poison
It will be your last.