Not a Red Rose

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you rohypnol.
It is a night of passion wrapped up in rape.
It promises your pregnancy,
like the condom shortage of 08.

Here.
It will blind you with its drug fuelled touch,
like a lover.
It will make your world a living hell,
a burning photo of hate.

I am trying to be your lover.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you the whole pack.
Its drug filled dizziness will stay on your lips,
burning and controlling.
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its more than a drug, it is me and all that i am.
if you like.

Lethal.
Burning,
cling to your soul.