The Last Avenue

She doesn't know how to stop,
Or what's being lost by continuing:
Once taken, there's no coming back;
This road must end, somewhere,
You shouldn't be this far down:
What's behind you is now gone;
All chances to survive wasted,
Back turned on helping hands:
Hollow arms will never hold you;
Traded your soul for something vial,
White-heat burning all you know:
Left you behind when out of gas;
Living on streets with blank-eyed friends,
Holding bony hands, crying dry tears:
Only distant sirens wail for you today;
Recovery only a phone call away,
You can't even hold the receiver:
Dial-tone is the only life left;
Final flicker of light is red,
Horizon slowly drifting to black:
Head-stoned but can't enjoy it, anymore....