Amapola Negra

You're a razor's edge that cuts me
You're a knife's blade that tears me apart
You're a bitter snow flower
You're a black and white poppy
And you sway, flattered by the wind
But you wilt, delicate, if I tempt you
You're a bitter snow flower
You're a black and white poppy
Through the veins of your plant-like flesh
Runs a rare, sweet poison like no other
I would be dragged if I let myself go
Early to your grave, to a certain bad end
But you'll never drink from my saliva
Nor will your chalice ever claim my life
You're a bitter snow flower
You're a black and white poppy