They call me Narcotic

My name is narcotic,Im the friend of the weak
I make your day brighter and I will fill all your needs
I take away the pain,I make you go to sleep- then you realize,you cant live without me

I will stick close by you-thanks to a Doctor or friend-they introduced us like we were
the closest of kin
Your family don't love you,they don't understand

I love you completely,you can count on me
I will be on your mind like the love of your life
I will not allow you to suffer with pain and strife
No one can replace me,I'm your friend till the end

Sometimes I am naughty,I make you lie and steal
Then i reward you by the way I make you feel
I erase your emotions,I ease all your cares
I will never be far,you can find me anywhere

Anywhere you go looking for me,you will find friends of mine
they can help you find me,the wont lead you blind
They will have me in their pocket,they will have me on their minds,
they call me Narcotic,I'm so easy to find.

Dont try to be-friend me,I wont be so kind
I will make you sick and I will torture your mind
I will make you suffer and ache inside
You will not get shed of me so easy you'll find.

No rest, No Comfort when you leave me behind
You Will be tearing the house down to find me- just one more time

I will make you weak,lifeless with sin-Just hoping that you will be weak and give in

I will torment you to the portals of loosing your mind
Im a friend to the end and I wont go with time

There's only two ways I will depart from you
If you starve me out,I will make you so blue

If you get the Blood applied and depart from sin
Im afraid this will be the only way to end me as a friend

I ll be waiting for you to mess up again
I want to go with you-straight to the end
They Call me Narcotic and Death is my friend.

I passed by the funeral home in Altamont Tennessee today only to see on the obituary sign a 23 year old kid's name.He had od'd from a narcotic called opana.What a shame and a waste of life,precious life to God and his mother and father.I felt a burden and came home and wrote this.I didnt only write this from a "passerby" experience,Ive experienced this in our family.So I can relate to the addiction,abuse of the narcotics,denial,resentment,hopelessness,torment and then withdrawals for days and followed by total deliverance.I do believe God gave me this-Not to keep but to share.

Tammy Sons