She whispers in the dark, soft and sweet,

A voice like velvet, pulling me to her feet.

I'm drawn to her, though she's all I fear—

Her touch is heaven, but it leaves me scared.

Her name slips off my tongue like a prayer,

But it's the pills I swallowed when she isn't there.

She's my addiction, my beautiful sin,

Her love is like opium seeping in.

She cradles me close, holds me tight,

But I'm sinking fast in this hollow night.

Every kiss she gives, every breath I take,

Feels like drowning, like a slow heartbreak.

And yet I need her, crave her still—

The warmth of her lips, or the cold, small pill.

She says she'll save me, that I'm enough,

But she's not enough to heal this love.

She sees the darkness I've kept inside,

The boy abandoned, the man who hides.

And in her eyes, I see my shame—

Yet I reach for the pill, just the same.

The pill, too, calls me with promises deep,

A lover that lets me drift off to sleep.

She numbs the ache, she quiets the storm,

But leaves me hollow, twisted, torn.

How do you love when you don't love yourself?

When the pills are your peace, and she's on the shelf?

I want her warmth, her gentle grace,

But the pills erase the need to face—

The truth I fear, the man I've become,

A lover to none, but addicted to one.

Her tears fall softly as I drift away,

But the pill is my lover, it makes me stay.

I try to hold her, try to be strong,

But the drug's pull is far too long.

Her love is gentle, her love is kind,

But I need the numb, I need the blind.

She's a princess, a light in the dark,

But I'm chasing a love that leaves no mark.

I hurt her deeply, I can't explain—

The pills have taken what should remain.

In one hand, I hold her delicate frame,

In the other, a pill that kills my shame.

Both lovers, both pulling me apart—

One takes my soul, the other my heart.

She begs me to choose, but I've already lost,

Each moment with her comes at too high a cost.

For love like hers, I'm unworthy to keep—

So I return to the pills, to the lover who weeps.

Her touch lingers, her scent fills the air,

But the pills drown the longing, drown the despair.

I'm lost in a haze, too far to see—

That she was my cure, but I chose the disease.

*I love her, I swear, with all of my breath,

But I love the pills too, they promise me death.*

And in the end, I'm broken, torn—

Between the lover who saves and the one who's worn.

So here I lie, between heaven and hell,

With a woman who loves me and a pill's cruel spell.

Both are my world, both tear me apart,

And in the end, it's me who breaks my heart.

For how can I love when I'm already gone?

A man lost to shadows, to the drug's soft song.

She'll stay by my side, but she'll never know—

That the real me died long ago.