Dance With The Masked Stranger

Rely on the substances;

The dope to cope:

It is a slippery slope,

It is the slow tightening of the hang - man’s rope.

t’s the grasp of an asp,

A gasp for air,

It slowly strengthens,

It ensnares.

You should beware.

It is a boa,

A snake:

It is fake, and shall only take.

Do not partake,

For goodness sake!

It is an insidious choke.

It begins with a poke,

A ether whisper of smoke:

A subtle suggestion,

A hint,

A glint of an idea:

In the back of your mind,

Over your shoulder as a boulder,

Omni-present ; ever - near.

It has the power to render you blind & bind.

A glimmer of temptation,

A warm sensation:

It promises a short vacation:

A false dictation.

Do not be fooled:

For you shall not reach your final destination.

It is the lie of damnation.

It is designed to evoke,

To provoke within:

Feelings of fear:

Keeping it’s coils near,

Hold on to what is dear, & sincere.

Ignore &

Resist:

No matter if it persists with a hiss:

It is a manipulative invoke,

A provocation, a declaration:

A forced open invitation.

It is designed to enter your mind & find:

Your deepest, darkest,

Distressed, Depressed, & Repressed;

Emotions,

Vulnerabilities,

Desires & Fears:

They listen with upturned ears.

Sweeping it all under the rug,

The high initially feels like a hug.

Each fix, each hit, each high, each snort,

It takes us further away from the port.

We do not as yet know,

Whom spoke,

Whom is behind the mask nor the cloak.

Do not allow the lies to soak.

You need knot sign,

On the seemingly ‘benign’ dotted line.

Take Your Time.

You shall not be fine,

The illusion of wine & dine.

u shall have to pay the fine,

It is far more than a single dime.

Read the small print via a squint:

Recognise the lies,

The glint in his eyes:

The contract is void,

Devoid of truth.

It shall leave you skint,

You do not need proof.

Do not succumb,

Do not imprison yourself numb:

Don’t ever think this has only begun,

Nor ‘Just a bit of fun’.

A loaded gun.

Something beyond is calling your name:

Are you to blame?

We cannot see beyond the shame.

There is no gain nor grain,

But the promise of never again being the same.

The substances,

Have no substance.

Only a trance,

A dance with a stranger & danger.

There is no advance.

There is no whole to be found:

It is a pot hole, a rabbit hole,

Buried in the ground.

Only a hole in the soul,

Slowly taking a toll.

Paying the toll to the troll.

It is the sole of a worn - out shoe,

Never to be renewed.

It renders the mind fragmented, broken, & hollow:

The void we avoid,

It is hollow, and hard to swallow.

It is devoid of all but sorrow.

Cracks in the mirror’s glass:

There is no gold to hold,

Only brass.

A distorted reflection & introspection,

It distorts our perception.

You are not safe & sound.

You are imprisoned & bound.

You are not weak.

You shall find what you seek.

The substances are not what you think.

You have become awoke:

Peered beyond the mask & cloak.

All without a snort of coke.

You have revoked.