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...