OPIUM

Opium, I thought you were a princess  
in long flowing dress  
with pearls upon your neck  
and tender hand to guide me  
through life's twisting highways.  
   
But you had me fooled,  
you were a ten dollar whore  
whose skin was sickly and white.  
You are a liar and a thief  
a fraudster of the cruelest kind.  
Who you will beg borrow and steal  
to feed her hungry desire.  
   
When the claws have tightened  
and there's no escape,  
upon the road  
only darkness awaits.