My Venom Turned To Milk: Part 2
It wasn't what I'd wanted,
There would never be that joy.
You'd fallen and then fainted,
Just like some overus'd toy
They thought that you were dieing,
They thought that I was tainted,
They said that I was lying,
They claimed you hadn't fainted.
But you had still caught the snitch,
And they had still won the game,
But this once they'd not act rich,
And it would not be the same.
She claimed that I had killed you,
With tears falling down her face,
She said it with purpose too,
With blood 'round the grass, like lace.
