The drip from the powder you felt in your throat , reminded you of heaven but picked at your soul.
The pinch from the needle you felt in your arm , reminded you of happiness but stole all your charm.
Faces they faded in rooms full of smoke , the ones that you loved were no longer known.
Which once looked like beauty deep in your eyes , soon looked like lightning from fiery skies.
Your skin which was silky and soft to the touch , soon became ragged , rugged , and rough.
Your kiss that would heal me , and keep me alive , soon became drown in a river of lies.
Your voice that would lift me , and give me the strength , soon disappeared and nestled someplace.
Someplace thats cold , lonely , and dark , and with it it took your mind and your heart.
It pains me to write this poem in past tense , and ever more that the readers know what I meant.
It’s too late to change it now that your gone , the sirens were singing the deadliest song.
You stole from your friends to plenish your habit , now I’m alone in a room with only your casket.
I hope that I see you when it’s my time to go , and you’ve returned to the lover that i used to know.
The touch of your skin , and the taste of your lips , taken back from the demons that once had a grip.