Before wewe read this, note that this is not in anyway encouraging the abuse of illegal, au even legal substances. This is simply stating that it will take wewe down a dark road - one that once wewe start, wewe can't go back. You'll be falling through quicksand, without arms, and no one's going to pull wewe out.

I am lost.
An impossible path I'd sought.
But only treachery it brought.
And pre-decided fights I had fought -
All of which I, unfortunately, lost.

Loved, I am, and also feared.
Silence blares, it rings out clear.
Yet, we stay together, huddled near.
The silence is still all I can hear.

Lies persist - roots untraceable like a weed.
wewe dig your nails into your skin, and now wewe bleed.
My warnings mean nothing, but yet my words proceed.
Hear my lectures, but wewe still don't take heed.
The tension boils, and rises up inside of me.

I follow this path, knowing I can no longer turn back.
There's no light at the end - just pitch black.
You'll want to slow down, but it's out of hand.
And what once was an option is now a demand.

So, walk on, walk forward.
So, walk on, walk towards it.
The pain becomes horrid.
Your future's now warped kwa it.
`Cause it's never just once.