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!