Pale

I am the thick outline of powder
around a crack addict's lips
The filthy film of failure
of my desire for a fix
To this destructive place
where our love remains
You're the dealer with the power
to narcotize all my pain
One empty needle at a time
morbid motives to fuck with my life
You watch me shake as I crawl
with no intervention in sight
I need the softest blanket
a shower to cleanse the dirt
You hand me maggot filled rags
and a urine stained stranger's shirt
I'll hide under boxes and memories
that should have been burned long ago
And watch my soul grow older
preparing for death's final blow
Give me one more nightmare
to lure the demons from my fears
to supply the cyanide cups
for my under detoxified tears