Invitation

Drink your pain through swollen eyes, what secrets nest between shameful lies.

Thicker than syrup pickles the heart, it rots off the vine, a destiny you cannot chart.

You are a muse, a perfect storm, I wallow in froth, my confidence shorn.

You know not your effect on me, I welcome unconsciousness, is to be.

You haunt my kind, poets are curious breed, meet me halfway, that’s all I need.

Yes, yes, yes, acquiesce
Yes, yes, YES, acquiesce
Yes, YES, YES, acquiesce
YES, YES, YES, ACQUIESCE!
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