She was death incarnate, a toxic drug.
My health was at risk, but still, I took her.
I was afflicte with this mental bug.
A year of my life, nothing but a blur.
Her heroin was potent and lustful.
Chasing the high I'd never see again.
Her manipulation was a handful.
Her toxicity was the bain of men.
Her tender embrace was a ruse, no less.
Sucking you dry, and leaving you broken.
To curb my addcition, I did my best.
A defiant word could not be spoken.
Trapped in a circle of love and hatred.
She won the fight, my heart lies cold and dead.