A gaping chasm to suck them in. Caring hands are casted away. They’re bound by addictions so they answer with negation. Yet they’re claiming attention.
The hordes are marching in the dark and drugs enlighten their path of misery. Blinded and withered they walk into their impending doom
Focused on themselves they don’t see their inflictions. Close ones being driven into passive addiction. Families torn apart, innocence is sold. When push comes to shove, they are left in the cold.
Lusting to keep it alive, leading to a subliminal strife Social values are ignored and dependency is taking it’s toll. A gaping chasm to suck them in. Caring hands are casted away.