The begining of the Monster

Hey there gorgeous,
how you been?
I can't stop thinking,
of the night you took me in.
It was windy and cold,
scary and dark.
Perfect for my first time,
on the demon's embark.
We sat on the couch,
filled the pipe with meth,
rolled the bowl over a lighter's flame,
and I took a deep breath.
My lungs stung,
but you said I'd be fine.
After I took a second hit,
I started feeling divine.

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