Sweet sweet poison pours from your lips to mine
As life spills from me I find my regrets where they still lie,
In your eyes as mine begin to shine.
Why, my Bella Donna, Why?
Blooming so young is never a wise thing to do,
Dear sweet Bella-
If you never meant to hurt me I never meant to hurt you
Though this frost convinces us otherwise it doesn’t have to be forever.
Pure darkness stares through me whenever I look at you
But poison is addictive
And soon it’ll be all I ever knew-
If I’m going to be predictive,
I say my Bella Donna will be the end of me
Yet I may rest peacefully in the arms of this beauty-
But that’s never been to hard to see
Unless, like all other Donna’s before her,
She knows when it’s time to flee.