Small, sweetest drop of poison,
It runs down, down by my lip.
I wonder if it falls into my maw.
Maybe I'll go to sleep,
forever?
This is a universal law?
Or I perhaps should close my jaw?
To never check it - never ever.
I still look at my new reflection,
and in the mirror my face-lips.
And now it's here!
My, sweetest drop of poison,
between my lips, chap and a tongue.
...In my next life, I should be monk...