Heroin By Natalie Cribari (Written December 25, 2005) Through poison-tainted veins, I feel A warmth that soothes, but is surreal It’s funny how we became acquainted He made me quiver, I almost fainted. He seemed so cool, so calm, and sweet He swept me off my virgin feet. We fell in love, or so I thought My soul, not my love, is what he sought. He hid his identity with a comforting mask, Only to disguise his horrid task. With every kiss, he sucked me dry. His soft caress was all a lie. He came inside me; just a tiny prick It made me lightheaded, and a little bit sick. He abused me raw, ‘til my arms were sore My cheekbones were visible But I craved him more. He made me chase him And steal, lie, and cheat He wore down my body Until I fell in defeat. He cackled at my pain His full destruction of me But I am too dopesick That this I can’t see. Still, I begged and I pleaded For him to return An ongoing cycle Why didn’t I learn? So at night I fell asleep With him by my side But woke up with no one He promised! (He lied.) So today, again, I make it My priority, my chore, To find him in vain And again be his whore. His passion I want I crave, and I need The rush that I get Fill that indeed I may never make it But to you, I dear say If he should strut by, look the other way He’ll charm you and flirt With his deadly advances He’ll shower you with false promises And convincing romances He could come upon you, any old day With that twinkle in his eye, And his look that could sway. This is your warnin’, so darlin’ take heed. What he does offer you, you surely don’t need: A handful of problems, a life that is dark In no time he’ll have you, And your gravestone he’ll mark
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 14:16:42 +0000
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