Nro. 20 - Poisoned tea spoon.

A poisoned tea spoon I drink everyday. Every Monday it's with liquor and on Fridays it's all gray.
There is something calling me from the Morning till the end. It's like a powder you sniff, I'll probably sniff it till death.
Keep writing, little peasant. Keep making the same mistakes. Keep counting on someone loyal that will someday dig your grave.
A poisoned tea spoon I drink everyday. Sometimes I desire it and others, dispair.
Shoot from the top window till there's nothing in the air. Cut it with my knife, your blood will only be shed.
Like tears at night I spread inside 'cause none will be shown for you to dive.

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