A Friend's Relapse.

[rewiiired]

Struggle free from the jaws of death,
now you jump right back on in again.
I know self-destruction has many faces
but you don't deserve this, my friend.

High as a kite, then down low
like a super-speed roller-coaster.
The cold shoulder rose to room temperature;
your turned back, now rolling over.

You're moving closer to breathe her in
when you know you should cease and resist.
Before you know it, one head's like a jack-hammer
while the higher head's going exorcist.

Another dose from your drug of choice;
the withdrawal was just too much, I guess.
They've got it for sex, narcotics and alcohol,
they should have a twelve-step program for this.

Now on the outskirts of the totally insane
you relapse with a step back, a subtle twitch.
I declare, this suicide will continue to drag itself out
until you manage to go cold turkey with this bitch.

I know addiction has got many faces;
the most venomous for you is hers, if you ask me.
Watching you, I'm forced to think what they call love
is just temporary, hormonally-induced insanity.

You struggle free from the jaws of death,
now you jump right back on in, my friend,
and watching your constant climb out and descent
reminds me why I never want to fall again.