The Lost and the Found

Inertia

She was in so much pain that she just wanted an escape.

She wanted to do something that would make her feel nothing.

Smoking, drinking, getting drugged maybe doing vape,

She didn\’t care,

She needed an escape

So she let herself go astray, guided by an ashtray.

She found a way to chase her fear, all into the oblivion of beer.

She exchanged the warmth of her mothers hugs, for the fuzzy, mind-puzzling feeling of drugs.

With every choice, she fell deeper,

The climb back up, well it became steeper,

Until there was no way out, only a way in,

Trapped in a maze,

Of endless sin.