Drugs

Drugs are the ultimate illusion
Of life and living
They always take something
And never start giving
They make you sacrifice for
A moment of high
And when you come down, you
Ask yourself why
Why should you suffer the
Pains of this earth
When each little pill is like
A new birth
Why should you suffer and be
Unhappy as such
When each little pill can offer
So much
So you take and you take
Until there’s no more
Except your lifeless body on a
Cold bedroom floor
Think about it clearly, while here
You are still
Remember it starts with one
Little pill