Dancing with the Devil

The devils arms soothed me. You were fallen. From a darker place. And I wasn't afraid. Safe in your arms. I was given enough of you to pull through. Now you're a withered dream. Silence takes your place. 

The difference between a medicine and a poison is the dose. You pulled away as we got close. We both knew I would overdose. 

Dark heat. Always between you and me. Misery loves company.

Are you pleased as you look back. At me. The hilt, plain to see. I knew that I wasn't alone, she was never in the friend zone. Still I crave you, like all addicts do. You will always want what isn't good for you.

I weaned myself. But the thirst is a creature unto itself. 

I know you want me too. The road goes both ways, I think about you most days. Nothing effects me like you. 

Craving prescription medicine I don't have a script for. Tell me how I can score.

I've tried substitutes. Willpower. Meditation. 

But I need your medication. My head is a television and I wish someone would change the station. 

You're a moth in a cocoon bed, not wanting to face his transformation. 

You were blinded and weak minded.

You thought I was too good for you and you abandoned me. It was a self fulfilling prophesy.