corland44
We use force to get what we want, but sometimes it backfires.
Silky smooth are the words that pour off of your tongue. But I know better than to fall into that soft, inviting trap you set for me.
Older and deadlier and subtler, poison runs through your veins, slowly draining your blood of life, of love, of regret.
In hemlock marked bottles and and cyanide laced coffee. Bringing death, either unseen tragedy or relief sought by the drinker.