Today I met a man named Jim
He asked about the holes in my skin
I said, "Needles *****, I'm a sick kid"
An intense conversation for having just met
Jim told me there are angels on his shoulders
They keep him steady like a candle holder
He doesn't daydream about leaping from the Sears Tower
Year after year, he's maintained his power
He should be afraid of the things that I say
"A risk you shouldn't take, you'll shoot me in your veins.
I'll eat you alive and you'll never be the same."
I'm baffled that he stays.

In my head, each day gets colder and colder
The walls raise taller, hope shrinks smaller
Addictions expand and I'm feeling older,
I've got a question for Jim, for he is still here..
Sunnier than ever and growing a beard (a contrast to my naked fear),
"Why did you ask about the holes in my skin,
Why do you feel you need to be a part of this?"
Jim takes a moment to think, Jim finally speaks,
"You are beautiful and a lovable being regardless."