Narcotic Lust

Swallow tears of liquid fire
She gives it time to take her higher
Breathing in the Hell's Smoke mire
She smiles as she feels the hands of a liar

Forget him not through poison 'n' bane
But she tries her hardest to try and feel sane
Deadly daggers drag across her brain
She beats it down with a tobacco filled cane

Overused couches that smell perverse
Welcome her body as a lustfilled hearse
Moans of a banshee disown the church
Sweat and desecration wash away her curse

Master's promise reminds of what she owes
She pops a pill and reeps what she sows
Working narrow paths filled with snow
There's a nip at her nose and she knows they know

How many sins do you think it'll take
To make her hands no longer shake
To ease her mind from the cobra snake
And incase her heart with an inpenetrable case