í Corrosive Poison í

it only takes a sip
from the darkness it may drip
you will have no fear
but your final drink is near
relax and take a jolt
for you are in for a volt

just drink up my lonely friend
there is no need to apprehend
to you it's just another malt
this time, it's not your fault
it's creation was only for thou
the sickness of the creator, oh how..
the thoughts of sickness, the thoughts of voilence
what has this drink done?!
there is a silence
that corrosive poison started with that drip
now it has become, your final sip
The Dark Half
An Assault / Skill Release