By Natalie Cribari: Revised by LLorraine Tetro:
Through poison-tainted veins, I feel A warmth that soothes, but is surreal, It's funny how we became acquainted. He made me quiver, I almost fainted. He seemed so cool, so calm, and sweet; he swept me off my virgin feet. We fell in love, or so I thought my soul, my mind, undivided love, is what he sought. He hid his identity with a comforting mask, only to disguise his horrid task. With every kiss, every fix, he sucked me dry; his soft caress was all a lie. He came inside me: just a little prick it made me lightheaded and a little bit sick He abused me raw, until my arms were sore, my cheekbones were visible but I craved him more. He made me chase him, steal, lie and cheat he was all that I wanted to make my life complete. He consumed my body until I fell in defeat. He cackled at my pain of his full destruction of me yet I am too dope sick that this I can't see. Still, I begged and I pleaded for him to return an ongoing cycle why didn't I learn? So at night I fall asleep with him by my side but wake up with no one just a empty syringe by side; "He promised!" [He lied). So today, again, I make him my priority, my chore, to find him in my vain and continue to again be his whore. His passion I want, I crave, and I need the rush that I get; I am his slave. To overcome his power it is a fact that indeed I may never make it. But to you virgins I dare say if he should strut by, please say no and look the other way. He'll charm you and flirt with his deadly advances; he'll shower you with false promises and convincing romances. He could come upon you, any old day with a twinkle in his eye, and his look that could sway. This is your warning so darling' pleases take it in heed; what he does offer you, you surely don't need: A handful of problems, a life that is dark, in no time he'll have you , your gravestone he'll mark.
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