Sunday 26 April 2009

(In)difference

When they decide to drown themselves in gallons of ethanol.
When they blow rings of life away.
When they sell their soul to the craving.
What seems so right to them, the evil treat.

That walk on the beach. The game of cards.
That potluck dinner. The long train ride.
The bliss you feel - the small joys,
Don't matter to them. Not anymore.

When they begin to look like the rest of them,
It's hard to pull 'em back. Astray.