Black Gold Poem by Mark Heathcote

Something that kills you
Feeds on you blind you
Makes you blue,
Might be called - Black gold

Something that leaches on you
Poisons you
Devours you whole
Might be described as - Black gold

So what do you do?
Powder your nose
Pretend you are invincible
Imagine you are strong.

... No, you won't fall
For that - Black gold
No matter how hungry or cold
No matter how long, strong-a-lust holds.

You won't surrender to its tight grip
You won't call out in the dead of night
Black gold
Black gold
Black gold - I am yours tonight.