She came in like a whirlwind
Smothering yet light
She held him and felt him, she gave him life.
She stood on on his neck and refused to move
He liked it though, bloody, dazed and confused
Together they lived and breathed the sweetest fumes
With no thoughts to escape, no reason to leave
He sought no solace, no hope for dreams, no other god or diety
He willingly gave up his soul on a cast iron platter
For a deadly creature of mundane matter
With no thoughts for the tomorrows to come
He laughed and danced, just a man. Just a man having fun
When things are good, times are even better
But when tide is low and Grace threatens to leave he gets bitter
And mad, quite unsightly and unhinged
He gets irratic and uncontrollable, no care for his sins
He slashes and bashes and fights for his Grace's high
But the comfort of knowing she'll be back when the sun's sitting pretty and high tide is nigh,
Keeps him going, keeps him flowing, impatiently anticipating his next fix.
Cause in the end he's self aware and wholly conscious that he is and has been a raging drug addict.
