(He)roin

Through poisen-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 inlove, or so I thought;
My soul, Almighty-love, is what he sought.
He hid his identity with a comforting mask,
Only to disguise his horrible task.
With every kiss, 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 sick.
He abused me raw, til my arms were sore.
My cheekbones were visible but I craved him more.
He made me chase him, and steal, lie, and cheat.
He wore my body down til I fell in defeat.
He cackled at my pain.
His full destruction of me...
But 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 fell asleep with him by my side,
To wake up with no one
"He promised!" (He lied)
So today, again, I make it my priority, my chore.
To find him in vain and again be his whore.
His passion I want
I crave, and I need.
The rush that I get, fill that indeed.
I may never make it
But to you, I dare say
If he should strut by you, look the other way.
He'll charm you and flirt with his deadly advances,
He'll shower you with dead 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 take heed
What he has to offer you surely don't
Need:
A handful of problems
A life that is dark
In no time he'll have you
And your gravestone he'll mark