Latex

Victim #1

As I have clung to you in times of need,
a constant friend to see me through bad times.
Your ev'ry word was dear and I would heed,
but you left like a winter snow sublimes

Somebody I thought you would never be,
a Judas within an unlikely source.
Your latex covered hands are strange to me.
The hands I held now grip mine with such force.

The eyes that saw inside my very soul,
peer at me through a metal microscope.
The ones I thought I'd trust till I was old,
are now my killers and my hanging rope.

You poke at me in hopes that you'll create,
an alternate and perfect human race.

(I bet the poem wasn't what you thought )