The Final Act

I wanted to be the heroine

But your beast I cannot slay

You’ve become her puppet

The of protagonist of her play

Your acting skills are impeccable

No one can see the reins

That is until you roll up your sleeves

Exposing the holes along your veins

It only took a couple of months

to be dragged back into the depths of despair

while you get high in the bathroom

resuming your chemical love affair

I can’t compete with something

whose claws can sink so deep

That in the wake of her absence

Your body grows sweaty and weak

No I can’t be the heroin

Who smiles at your dance with death

But I promise I’ll keep on loving you

until your dying breath.