She falls asleep, placing her head on my lap, Lips murmuring that I smell good before taking her nap. After her eyes close, I wait to see if she'll sit up again, Talk to me more about the evil and good men.
But she doesn't, and snores slowly escape her lips, And I forget about the vile poison she so often sips. She finds comfort in my presence, is at ease, Perhaps it has always been my duty to please.
If I can help her escape imprisonment, She'll regain in her eyes that glint. If I can be strong enough to help her kick the addiction, I'll have remained her friend throughout the affliction.