Drugs

You’re my game, the helpless feast.

I’m the whored, the kings of beasts.

You’re my slave for petty play;

I’m your habit for today.



You’re the fool whose life I steal;

I’m the vice that holds you still.

You’re my lead and I’m your chain;

Pretend my pleasure hides your pain.



You’re the lamb, I’m the beast.

It’s your life on which I feast.

From dusk till dawn you feel my need.

You live to buy a bag of me.



You’ve tried to kick me, break my grasp,

But I’ve pulled you in too deep for that.

There’s no way out (that you can see).

I’ve blinded you, you’re hooked on me.



You buy a bag. Again you fell.

So here’s my horse.

The rides to hell.