Only the sound of the early birds singing a morning song is heard, trying not to wake anyone else I opened my eyes and gently stirred, vacated my bed and tiptoed downstairs. Alone in the kitchen I began to prepare, my daily routine, I opened the blinds and absently stared, as the last of the night gave way to dawns early light, two magpies had started a fight, cawing at each other for the smallest mite, before one after the other they took off in flight. Then the realities of life brought me back to matters at hand, if you have never been hooked you may not understand, the power of addiction, whether planned or unplanned, affects a life till misery and fear go hand in hand. Sneaking around like mice in the dark, silent and quick, the reality stark. Secrets and lies trying to hide the obvious signs drawn in the lines, of your face, tell yourself that it is just rigours of age. Put on the kettle to make some tea, pull out the gear and the foil as quiet as can be, start to smoke and finish the tea making sure it is extra sweet, it helps the chemistry. Aim exhaling the smoke out of the window, the fishy strong odour is not allowed to linger, open the back door to freshen the air in the kitchen, the black pool on the foil catches the light and glistens. I throw up a prayer but nobody listens, another sequel, now I got visions, every day same old ism and schisms. 666 voices of twisted wisdoms. Stop, get help, look what you’re doing to yourself. Evil brown powder, exhale smoke, locked in your own private prison, no door to enter, why don’t I listen? Afraid to peer in a mirror, each day I am thinner, natural born sinner, omen on my shoulder, I should have been a, winner instead of a loser, its my choice try and confuse ya, conclusion. Sliding slipping gear has me tripping, wishing, I could go back to the beginning. Tears of pain softened by opium grains, stay in your lane, this drug can tame the wildest heart. Best not to start, not to be caught, in the brown downward spiral, take my words as serious as a bible.