Demerol

Smokey lungs and French tongues cause me to ooze

Baby, maybe your spit can be my booze

Try to defy this supernatural rut

You try to hide the fact that you’re a mutt

But mixtures are hot and chemicals merge

People hate you, but you can be my scourge

My dirge is the lullaby you whistle

On our first date we’ll launch a nuclear missile

No pair of murderers can match the blood that we shed

Only the dead share a space in our bed

Reviews

[nightmask]

very cooly written I liked it allot love the last line :)

[Chandra]

i love this... "your spit can be my booze..." i know that feeling all too well.