Till Death Do Us Part Poem by Thomas King

What is it with you?
Tiny little pill
That makes me crave you
Even though I'm not even ill

You have clouded my judgment
And infected my brain
The way I let you control me
I must be totally insane

I know I should leave you
Discard you for sure
But I can't seem to shake
Your illicit allure

You always seem to know
How to make me forget
All the things in my life
That fills me with regret

You numb all my pain
And chase away my fear
You take me from my reality
And make everything disappear

How ironic it is
Although my mind is sedated
I feel we are as one
Both poison and encapsulated

I guess I must accept
You're my companion for life
My life's guilty pleasure
My 80 milligram wife

So forever we are bound
You have had me from the start
Just one dose of your pleasure
So now it's till death do us part