You've been known to reside inside the pockets of our local whores,
more often in my mother's bedside draw.
You were my childhood kiss,
a silhouette of senses dancing on the street;
adolescently sweet.
You were his means to an end,
a partial paralysis of collapsed arteries,
swore only to be a friend.
**"Step a little closer,
come take a clearer view."**
But those to make it out alive are few.
You said you'd take away the pain,
you became the blood inside our veins.
I watched him rot straight down to the bone,
his agony poured out in moans.
**"The shakes, the sweats, how can't you see?
They're all gifts from me."**
They always warned us of your games,
I should have known it could only end in shame.
But you were here to stay,
and oh,
how we played.