Tina

Tina is the beast
That all the junkies know
You'll never rest in peace
For as long as you're in her hold.

She will promise you euphoric rapture
Of which you could not dream.
But once you are her captor,
You, too, shall fall apart at the seams.

Her web is spun from glass
How unfortunate are her prey-
To idly watch their lives collapse
When Tina comes out to play.

Post-rehab they're crowned as saints
(Saints that no one will trust.)
And no doctor or god can erase the pain
Inflicted by Tina's bloodlust.