As the book pages fade the addict doesn't come clean As her hand slips away nothing remains to be seen. Our cells don't divide Our bones do not mend What's left is a bland, bleak truth we all bend. As fake as it looks through a mist of all colours is a smiling, satisfied face worried about dollars because she can't afford a continuous fix, An illusion of safety with her blood she would mix. Tomorrow she'll leave, step into the day Temptation will lead her Down the stairway and the cracks she shall step on They'll tear her away, They'll breathe her in and swallow her stay Forever she'll be trapped without knowing so, Time will bleed as her state segues, for she'll forever be dying Oblivious to pain, and her brain shall be rotting, no life left to maintain.