The Russian

The Russian Hello, hello my friend, I laugh You good mans, I am I say Best fisherman’s in the country he boasts But his fishing days are numbered By drink drugs and whores Through his drug induced frenzies You see some goodness in his heart Well what’s left anyway, just scraps linger I open the door, no drink you mind and well be ok More fool me and I’ll tell you why sometimeshis eyes sent shivers down my spine So black, detached like pits to hell He runs from the sin of the past I can’t help but wonder what I told you no drinking my friend Nicolay Feeding off those who see some light, He squeezes every last drop of compassion, Every morsel of charity you can stomach Till you’ll give him no more, Yet he still tries the door Begging and pleading like a child scorned Help me please, help me my friend I can’t do this on my own, you kill me he cry’s But I’ve reached the end, must be cruel to be kind Empowering the addiction, what true friend am I? But I knew he’d find another Bleed some other sucker dry Poisoning his body and mind with every chance Run from his demons till death dawns his door Making excuses for drink drugs and whores This is just written from an experience, im more than open to suggestions to make it more poetic. :)