Poetry Of A Borderline

drugs and demons

In the shadows of the night, a whispered call,
A dance with demons, a deadly fall,
A fleeting escape from reality's grasp,
In the depths of a drug-induced clasp.

The needle's sting, the pill's sweet lure,
A temporary high, an illusion pure,
Euphoria fleeting, like a shooting star,
Leaving behind a soul with scars.

In the haze of smoke, in the lines of white,
A false sense of freedom, a blinding light,
But beneath the surface, a deep abyss,
Where dreams crumble, and hopes dismiss.

The cycle repeats, the cravings persist,
A spiral of destruction, a clenched fist,
For in the world of drugs, there's no true peace,
Just a fleeting moment, soon to cease.

So heed the warning, break free from the chain,
Seek solace in the sun, in the gentle rain,
For true liberation lies not in drugs' embrace,
But in the beauty of life, in love's grace.