Admonished

Caught up in cigarette burned tights
and drug induced fantasies.
What's to become of my symbiotic existance
if I quit you?
I remember, you once had this key,
it could unlock anything within me.
It was so sweet, the feeling that
remained after you...
so diminished when I sink through
the silken clouds back to reality.
Have you forgotten that I am not your
possession?
And now the key is pressed into the ground;
sunken into the tarmac by
your driving force.
It is possible my decision is made
for me,
as you seem to intend to bind me
in more ways than I ever restrained
myself.