They say you are danger

But you patch me up

And course through me in welcomed ways

They say you could kill me

Plastic poison against my skin

Dulling the agony within

They say you are a destroyer

And talk to me of the addicts curse

But I don’t feel that burden of proof

The relief I need and get from you

I only speak of when necessity bleeds

Otherwise they envision you with me

Huddled against some dirty wall

Worthless and cast aside

Begging or pleading for more of you

You tiny plastic man made shame

And the only relief worth a damn