Dark Poet

You offered me poison.
I drank it all.
I swallowed every last drop of that cursed liquid.
No remorse, no consideration.
For every drop I choked down, you smiled.
A grin so decieving and wide,
even the cheserie cat can't compare.

A potion full of hatred.
A bitter taste.
It was made from contempt, anger and despair.
A black and thik substance.
For every drop that touched my tounge, you cheered.
Feeling so joyful and happy
waiting to dance on my grave.

But I must dissapoint you my dear.
This is not a poison for me.
The more I drink, the more I grow.
Until I'm stronger than thee.
But I won't retalliate, nor seek revenge.