She Called Me a Junkie

She called me a junkie

not even my name

yeah, she called me a junkie

for shame!

I'm in pain

from a genetic disorder

that gnaws my bones

like freezing rain

and it's only humane

to keep sane

by taming pain

but she called me a junkie

to name me with shame

so that she could arrange

her nasty smear campaign

though how can I be blamed

for needing relief

from this pain

Well she planned to play that game

cause she wanted to drain

my dignity, my soul

and she did so in vain

because

I am something different

to what she has lain

on her putrid, iron table

of sadistic hooks and chains

that depict her ugly heart

full of hate and disdain

twisting ones' harsh afflictions

to sourness that'll wane

into white light that'll stain

her cruel, rotten soul

she is the bane

of the kind of human behavior

earth must not host

on it's planes

yes, she's nothing but a demon

littering grounds

with vomit stains

spewed about

when torrid jealousy

courses through her

cold blooded veins

and so for my own sake

I must train my brain

to remember what the truth is;

She's the actual public shame

for attacking vulnerability

and twisting it to feign

her own bs reality

her wicked smear campaign

yes, she is the name

of what is to blame

and so she is the junkie

of her own sick, homegrown game

and therefore let me not

let her nasty, wicked fangs

sink into my sweet veins

be gone, vampire

to from where you came

I know why

I treat my pain

so I can live

and keep sane

yes, she's the one

to be ashamed

for attacking

a sick person

who's treating their pain

so lame is her game

and low is her name

and remember

she's the vampire

nothing but

a soulless bane

 S.R. Ashcraft