Bitter kiss upon my tongue,
Venom laced in emerald gleam,
Shadows dance where fate is sung,
Lost between the real and dream.
A sip, a spell, a winding descent,
Visions painted in absinthe haze,
Drifting deep where the poisoned are sent,
Bound to the madness that echoes for days.
Wormwood wail, through fire and fate,
Calling the lost to the edge of the night,
Secrets whispered in tongues too late,
Drowning in dreams where the spirits ignite.
Green as envy, sharp as sin,
Cursed elixir, dark delight,
Twisting the mind from deep within,
Burning like stars in the endless night.
Drunken gods, they laugh and weep,
Serpents coil in liquid gold,
A waking death, a haunted sleep,
Stories carved but never told.
Wormwood wail, through fire and fate,
Calling the lost to the edge of the night,
Secrets whispered in tongues too late,
Drowning in dreams where the spirits ignite.
Sip from the chalice, surrender the soul,
Step past the line where the damned go to drown,
Visions consume you, beyond your control,
None who have entered have ever come down.
Wormwood wail, through fire and fate,
Calling the lost to the edge of the night,
Secrets whispered in tongues too late,
Drowning in dreams where the spirits ignite.
Falling deeper, no light remains,
A drink, a curse, a path untold,
What once was pleasure now burns like chains,
And all that glitters turns bitter and cold...
