When the Used Is All Used Up

You put your corkscrew in me and turn Like a maple tree My essence pours out... You take what you crave from me I am your sweetness... I give until I have nothing left to give The giving is the many things I do A trip to the ER in the middle of the night A pack of cigarettes for the addict A movie rental, just "because" The favorite junk food you seem to crave But sometimes... The user gets tired Of the pain The familiar pinch where you have latched on And the blood I see as I pull... The leach you have become off my body I could be content to just Throw you away But the laughter I feel as I sense you Calling me a carpet That everyone walks on It burns a fire within me... Then I want to make you pay Make you wish you never knew me Make you think Whatever I have gained from her is not worth the pain Of what she's done to me And like a forest fire Consumed with rage at innocent timber I seek to destroy the ungrateful heart... To teach the user a lesson To make them never want to use again Or at least make them question Will this person that I use today Turn on me one day And betray me as if... With a Judas kiss