[millz]

Ace of Spades

I always loved the club scene; that party life world.
Something had caught my eye in a line full of white girls.
A friend of a friend and we hit it off on the dance floor.
No thoughts; first touch- pure lust you’d never plan for.
It was love at first sight, but without the strings attached.
Silence on the work week and the whole weekend smashed.
We were a perfect match; the fun raged to the tenth degree.
Worn out - relentless weeks; then Re-Up on that stress relief.
Atom Bomb; the depths we’d reached became celestial peace
as the rough terrain changed; framed into an endless beach.
My love grew fast, and frequently we were meeting up.
At work. At home. I always was in need of love.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months.
My time for friends and family was always being trumped.
Fights were always brutal; to the point they’d keep me sick.
I’d scream and yell all night, lost inside that deep abyss.
She’d always come back though. Hope would always be a lift.
Til we’d get back in that rut. She always had to be the bitch.
“One more chance” she’d beg. I was jonesing for her touch.
Fiending for her love; that was my one and only crutch.
On again and off again. On again then not.
A cyclical hell of punishment; a never ending plot.
She’d become my one and only true regret.
A dark twisted fantasy; Romeo and Juliet.
A never ending battle behind that evil grin.
Hid by the façade of the violent beast within.
They found me on the floor; a cold and vacant frame.
A wicked game to play when you face the Ace of Spades.
That relentless bitch and deceptive whore had won.
She had took my life away long before it had begun.
A “Storybook Tale”; that girl was like my Heroine,
but she only ever was my love of using heroin.

That’s all she’d ever been…