Infected

A poem I wrote inspired by a cousins addiction to heroin.

I love giving in when your hands are on my skin
I'm addicted to your touch and the disease and the lust
I feel so good I feel better than I should
I'm wrapped around your fingers
I don't know where I've been

I have been changed through and through
You have replaced all I knew
I have become a little sick; I have fallen for your tricks
I love the disease; the pain brings me to my knees

I need to give in
I'm trapped in your skin
I lost self control
I have tainted my soul
I'm losing my mind
I left my sanity behind
All I wanted was to be a little infected