The Dangerous Lullaby

They smiled: hyena's laughs.
They beckoned: death's fingers.
I followed: a gullible fool.

They 'taught' me: disaster.
They 'opened my eyes': a ruined life.
And I listened: an earful of sin.

They said there there were no commitments: a truly dark lie.
Nothing to worry about. It's only once: a deception of woe.
And I drank from their bottle: a fly newly caught in a web.

And as my head hit the floor almost instantly,
I heard a lullaby that lulled me to sleep.
It was so soft and forlorn. So dangerous. I succumbed.

I never truly woke up: trapped in constant nightmares.
I gave up my life that day: under death's wings.
Everything was gone: caught the train I missed.

I tried pulling out: struggling in quicksand.
I was in too deep: the deepest part of the ocean.
I needed help: searching for answers from empty lips.

I look at the bottle now: my addiction.
The label so intricate: an elaborate trap.
I pop the cap and tip my head: suicide's disciple.

And again, I hear that dangerous lullaby fill me.
I hear it in my ears, I feel it on my lips.
'It's only once.' Then why is the lullaby still in my ears?