You will never forget me, or the moment we meet;

I will not rob you, you’ll be glad to give

You will begin to lie and for me live;

Your life I will take your love I need

No one will recognize you they can’t see past me;

Your spouse, your children, your friends that become few

Will see me in all you do;

Oh that’s right…

You can’t see me, you only know my name

You look in the mirror and think we are the same;

My eyes are dark as night, they sit back deep

In search of a soul looking for me;

My face unstructured hung with skin

No muscle to hold it no flesh within;

My body an image of a skeletons core

Yet I feel great and you’ll want more;

My hands did I mention…?

Unable to feel

Burned, cracked and rough to them nothing is real;

But to you I am beautiful…

…All you need

What you don’t know is I hate you as much as you love me;

I want what you have and will do what I can

To make you feel and look less than a man;

You will give to me all you have, nothing less

And I will make sure you always feel your best;

Together we will live, your life but a memory lost in a high

Only a tombstone that reads …Here a “Crack-head” Lies

Dana Ambrose 02/17/05

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