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I close my eyes and part my lips

To swallow absinthe nepenthe.

I chose the path of Romeo

And his deadly dram.

The poison flows like sweet water

As my throat burns and my head throbs

But I'm starting to forget

Thanks to absinthe nepenthe

Colors merge and shades fade

Before my staring blank eyes.

Voices whisper faceless omens

To ears that refuse to listen

With lungs that fill with wistful breath

Choking on absinthe nepenthe

Stabbing pain finally blurs

As the icy liqour trickles cooly down

Ice clinks in the frosted glass

I've almost forgotten why I poured it

Perhaps tomorrow I will remember you

And resort back to

My bottle of absinthe nepenthe.