"needle to the grave"

a slick and cunning disease

The Angel of Death bides his time,
determined, with steadfast conviction.
Preying on weakened spirits,
his passion...
the disease of addiction;
wrapping his truth
around an enigma of lies.
Unraveling your sanity,
laughing...
scorning, your helpless cries;
seductively weaving his spell.
An illusion of tranquility and peace;
shrouding a reality of AIDS
and bittersweet o.d.'s.
Slick an' cunning ,with his wrong
in a daze; you see him as right,
defending him as your friend.
Fighting his futile fight,
easing pain
is the message he portends.
A partner prodding you on
right up to the bitter end,
before your fountain of youth runs dry.
Turn away the dark angel
and his promising lies;
the Angel of Death never strays...
waiting in the shadows...
from the needle to the grave.