Poison the well

Poison the well
To change a bitter tounge
Arsenic over the lips
To silence anger's muse
It's now too late
For I have not the courage
To raise a wicked hand
To look into the eyes
Of the bewildered
The shadows that the night creates
For cowards like me
can't hide shame
that resides like a tattoo
on my bargain soul
So I run in the darkness
Alone, looking over my shoulder
For no one but myself.