Casualties in the Making

Honey, I'm bad for you.

You stare at me,

you watch me,

you bother me all the time.

I have a radar for hearts,

and honey, hold onto yours.

I'm bad for you when I'm like this.

I'm on a roll, rolling over all of you.

Leaving behind dust,

your bones cracked, your face waxed.

Keep your lips away from me,

I'm bad for you, you'll go down.

I'm sorry I feel like I'm dying,

but you should thank your brothers for it.

For making me poisonous,

Honey, my kisses are lethal.

First taste, first death,

I'm not done yet, and I'll leave you.

Honey, I'm bad for you.

I don't mean to be like this,

but when I'm done, I'm gone.

Keep your heart closed, hide it away,

if you want a taste of death,

be prepared to die.