A Gentle Disease

The gift of poison

I'm the right mistake

Cruel words can heal me

Touch - a gentle disease

Where skies are green

The grass burns red

Terminal youth outlives me

Sight - an abstract sense

I'm the worst theory

Your downfall, my majesty

In this restless syndrome

I'll drown the flavours

Such an innocent crime

Taste - my ascending demise

Step outside your comfort zone

Come to meet your best downfall