Death, a cruel and final fate
One that we all must someday face
But does experiencing it once
Truly prepare us for its cold embrace?
Lady Heroin, with a seductive call
Whispers promises of escape
From life's pain and suffering
A temporary high, a deceptive shape
But with each hit, a little piece
Of your soul she greedily takes
Until one day, you're left with nothing
But a numbness that constantly aches
And when death comes knocking
On your door once again
Will you be ready to face it?
Or will Lady Heroin have been your only friend?
For death, it cannot be practiced
Or experienced in advance
No amount of hits or highs
Can prepare us for its final dance
The loss of a loved one
An unimaginable pain
But to lose oneself to addiction
Is a death that cannot be explained
Lady Heroin, she may feel like love
But in the end, she takes it all
Leaving behind only death and despair
As she watches your soul slowly fall
So heed this warning, dear friend
Before it's too late to mend
Death may come once, twice, or more
But don't let Lady Heroin be the one to usher you through its door.
© cynfully