"Motel Room"

Taste me...  

The Motel carpet  
Lies Stained with the scent  
Of a thousand late nights.  
 
Scared with cigurette burn's  
Married to  familiar odours
This room has seen  
A lot ...if only it could talk!  
 
Talk to me...  
 
The phone sleeps on the table  
A constant companion  
Ever present  
Always near.  
It does not ring.  
 
On the bed lies a body  
It once laughed, sang and cheered.  
 
Now it lies motionless  
It's arm drooping from the confines of its peril  
Sucuming to what it feared.  
 
Take me...  
 
Of course it was the drugs that took him  
The joy in his veins  
That took him away.  
 
He liked drugs  
But they didn't  
Like him!