Be Mine come to my grave

” With This Needle I Thee Wed” 

So now, little man, you tired of grass:  LSD, Acid, Cocaine, and Hash 

When someone pretending to be a true friend 

Said, I introduce you to Miss Herion.

Well, honey, before you start fooling with me, 

Let me inform you just how it will be, 

For I will seduce you and make you my słave 

For I’ve sent stronger men than you straight to their graves; you’d think you could never be such a disgrace.

Then, you’ll end up addicted to poppy seed waste.

You’ll start by inhaling me one afternoon.

You’ll take me in your arms very soon. 

Once I’ve entered deep down in your veins, 

The craving will drive you INSANE.

You’ll need lots of money (have you already been told).

For darling,| I am more expensive than gold. 

You’ll trick your mother for less than a buck;

You’ll end up an animal, vile and corrupt. 

You’ll beg and- you’ll steal for a narcotic charm 

And only feel content when I’m deep in your arm. 

One day, you’ll realise the monster you’ve grown 

And solemnly promise to leave me alone. 

If you think you have the magical knack, 

Honey, try getting me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your guts in a knot,

The jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot,

The hot chills, the cold sweats, the withdrawal, the pains 

Can only be eased by my little china white grain. 

There is no other way and no need to look.

For deep down inside, you’ll know you are hooked. 

You’ll desperately run to the pusher, and then 

You’ll welcome me back to your veins again. 

And when you return, as I have foretold, 

You’ll ultimately give me your body and soul. 

You’ll give up your morale, your conscience, your heart, and then you’ll be mine till death do us part.