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Poisons

A/N: Well, here’s another little songfic-y thing… it’s written to “Toxic” by good ole Britney. And no, it’s not referring to anyone in particular, just a general boy…

Poisons

Baby, can’t you see
I’m calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It’s dangerous
I’m fallin’

It wasn’t right. He knew it… but the feeling… it wasn’t something he could just give up. It gave him the energy to continue, to know that he was still able to feel. But deep down, he still knew it was wrong… but the poison… it was sweet…

There’s no escape
I can’t wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You’re dangerous
I’m lovin’ it

White wasn’t nearly as deep a color as red, and it didn’t generate the same powerful feeling… the red overshadowed the white… it was wrong, but he didn’t care…

Too high
Can’t come down
Losing my head
Spinning ’round and ’round
Do you feel me now

The feeling he got while commiting the sin, entering his poisonous paradise, it was like nothing he had ever felt in his life before… it was just unbelievable. He couldn’t help himself from continuing…

With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You’re toxic I’m slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic

Oh how he wished that he could poison his soul continuously, feel that powerful feeling that nothing could ever beat… but he knew he couldn’t, he had to continue… but when he was alone…

It’s getting late
To give you up
I took a sip
From my devil’s cup
Slowly
It’s taking over me

He could poison himself as he pleased, spilling himself with the two colors he treasured the most… sending that pulsating feeling through his body… let the poisionous sin take over… lead him into the hell he was bound to go to…

Too high
Can’t come down
It’s in the air
And it’s all around
Can you feel me now

A tight yelp slipped from his mouth as a slight slip brought sharp pain… but it wasn’t anything to his sweet poison… the red and white poisons he was forever lusting for… he needed those… he craved for those… they gave him meaning…

With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You’re toxic I’m slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic

His additions, his sweet poisons, were all he wanted, but he needed more. He needed someone, someone to share his poisons with… someone who would crave and enjoy the sweet poisons of life as much as he did…

Intoxicate me now
With your lovin’ now
I think I’m ready now
I think I’m ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin’ now
I think I’m ready now

But there was no such person… no one would enjoy the sweet taste of poison… the sharp feeling of the metal pressing against skin… the sweet emotions flowing into his mind as he reached his peak… he was alone in his obsessions… alone in his poisonous paridise…

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