Slow chemical

So I guess that's all I am.
Just a background substance.
One who isn't close enough to you,
but is always there to break your fall.
At his own health in question.
A background substance,
like a drug that picks you up into a world of glowing dust.
A drug for you to use.
A drug that doesn't mind being abused.
For the good of the junkie that I love.
The drug shall never know of happiness.
Nor joy, nor ecstacy.
For a drug is never loved,
just used.
For the good of the junkie that it loves.
And the drug is often replaced.
So easily that it hurts.


Give me the drug you know I'm after. Connect me and you can be the chemical.