Heroin Heroine

You are like the run in my stocking Stalking the soft of my leg Revealing twisted truth dressed in sheer Shearing it slowly away. You try to pierce my protective caul Calling me to breathe Yet provide no air and leave me faint Feint intentions to deceive. You spill soft words drenched in rye Wry remarks to abuse But with you I will no longer lie Lying to myself for you. You are not my tender shining knight Night is coarse and never shone Locked in the confines of your cell Selling my soul Piece by Piece Until all Peace was gone.