Intravenous Spectacle

My angel is poisoned, help him please
His blood is black, and heart so weak.

His fresh creme skin has turned snow white
and his eyes have sunk like a dark, lowly night.

I love him so, but words can not cure
this addiction he has, not even me most pure.

He is so much to me, and I so little to him.
Someone please help, even if just on a whim.

I'll take anything I can get, and give anything I own.
Physical, spiritual, emotional, nothings on loan.

I ask you please, take pity on us,
my angel, and me, succumbed to this hellfire.