And she's like. Some warm embrace
Ebony hair, lips like diamonds
She screams, she pleads
My arm hurts less than withdrawal would, anyway.

And everyday she calls for me
Like a dancer in all my dreams
And I push the needle right to my veins
I push I push her pain away

I see her running
Her cigarette burns like rubies
I hold her close to me
She sets my bloodstream on desire
Every inch of my existence
Euphoric in her fire

I lie and feel her wrap her arms wrapped tightly
Smiling at the life she has created for me
My little Dresden Doll the soul of my being
Her package is the needle.
Her insides, the colour of synthetic.

As she calls for my blood
I could never deny
She feeds my veins. She nourishes my insides.
When she's gone, and I'm alone
I push that needle, 'til it hits the bone
She comes for me.
She comes.

When she leaves
It hurts like hell. As all my insides
Bruise. Pulsate. And Swell.
And I stare at the empty needle
Wishing she was back inside.
The girl of my dreams.
The only thing keeping me alive.