It was a sweet intoxication to look into his eyes,
a sweet intoxication with a forboding...looming...reprise.
The taste, the touch, the power of the steeping, reaching air,
is the simply, sweet intoxications drastic nom de guerre.
The sweet turns to bitter, the bitter turns to sour
and then it comes the witching hour.
The Sweet intoxication of lovers losing all their dreams,
The Sweet Intoxication of their fights and angry screams.
The Sweet Intoxication escalates and rises,
Until it rips, until it tears and Intoxication loses all disguises.
The Intoxicated rhythm....the Intoxicated rhyme...
matched with the Intoxicated moments in an Intoxicated time.
The sweet Intoxication, not really sweet at all.
Has been the cause of hearts demise...
and has sweetly made them lose it all.