Corrosion

Krots 

Im 16 your 20 

we met where the sand touches the sea 

and you held on to me 

showed me light in the night 

and that profanity is better than sanity

and when the clock struck 12 and the year anew 

the only thing that mattered was you 

Im 17 your 21

time has passed and the our sands became concrete

i waited until the days we would meet

we found ourselves in the red light district 

you showed me that you were an addict

you put the bag under my tongue 

and with you i became undone

Im 22 now and your still 21