That Kind of Love

Maybe you've heard this tale before

And even if you have, don't stop me

Maybe you've heard of this girl

On a fragile quest against the world.

Oh, I know her, yes sir I do

And I know what color she bleeds

Through remorse and forgotten consequences

It's our souls on which she feeds.

Control, you say? Who is in control?

She has the gear stick up to sixth

Revving through this disjointed valley

Searching for her next newest fix.

Against the system she rallies forth

Stepping on the weak-willed and scared

Spewing venom, gnashing steel

Remembering the pain we all shared.

Across white lines of cocaine and smoke

Broken vials, caps and pills

She pulls the chain and the creature again

No time for sheared minds or wills.

Who's in-charge of my head today? She asks

Knowing there will be no answers

Raging storms of people bereft

Try to stop her like snake-skinned dancers.

And she tugs on that rusty chain once more

And the obedient creature follows

To the dimmest settlement over the hill

Where make-believe truths are swallowed.

It is this party we must rave at, she says

Where ecstacy is my promised whore

She says, it is this party we all must live in

She knows this party is worth dying for.

The chain is breaking but it does not break

As the creature strains against the barb-wired leash

And I know within the creature is me

For that kind of love this is.