She falls asleep, placing her head on my lap,
Lips murmuring that I smell good before taking her nap.
After her eyes close, I wait to see if she'll sit up again,
Talk to me more about the evil and good men.
But she doesn't, and snores slowly escape her lips,
And I forget about the vile poison she so often sips.
She finds comfort in my presence, is at ease,
Perhaps it has always been my duty to please.
If I can help her escape imprisonment,
She'll regain in her eyes that glint.
If I can be strong enough to help her kick the addiction,
I'll have remained her friend throughout the affliction.