Into this cup of sorrow
The drops gathered for years,
Out of my self, now hollow,
My fears ran free as tears.


This blackened chalice holds
The poison from my soul,
It did not clean me of it
It showed that I can fall.


And now I want to go
Away from here and rest,
To let my heart roam free,
Not put it to the test -


Not any more - I won't!
Won't let it hurt me so
I'll take this cure of poison
And let my breath grow low.


My temples will stop pounding
With pulse that says "she's here"
My soul will then start trembling
Getting to know the chill.


You then can say it's over
You can say that it's through
"Got drunk on her own poison,
And died from too much truth".