The water is poison

Each word is a lover’s whisper gliding through my fragile ear.
Each word drowns my discontent and evaporates my fear.
Woe, it is but a fleeting shadow as the clock strikes twelve.
Hope, it can be found in the bindings resting on my shelf.
These sightings shed light on the darkest corners of my mind,
And even if I haven’t seen it yet I know I will in due time.

It has given me a purpose.
It evokes my conscious dreams.
This perilous path to perdition
Can be prevented still it seems.
So I will carve these words into your back
If you think you can find another way.
I will fill the gaps of each and every synapse.
I will mold your wishes out of clay.

I must give you all the visions that I have now come to see.
I will fill your cup with poison, “It’s good for you, child, drink.”
You will find no other alternate – I follow a one way road.
I have found my key to happiness take it and unlock your own.
And if you don’t, you’ll find I can reason well –
Don’t do what I say and I’ll see you all in hell!

And how can this be?
I’ve done everything you have asked from me!
I obeyed the law to the letter
And I went well above the call!
Maybe my methods were lacking tact,
But the ends will justify my all too callous acts.
I made them answer!
I made them understand!
But with heat at my heels,
It is I who must repent!