When The Devil Knocks

 
Don't do drugs; I know how you think.
It's just one line. It's just one drink.
But sooner or later you'll start to sink
To a deep dark place where the sun doesn't shine.
And all the time you think you're fine.
But the Devil keeps getting inside your head.
Waking you up, dragging you out of bed.
Saying, "Get up, start your day. Your habit must be fed."
And no matter how bad you want to stay asleep.
Your using has increased, way too steep.
And you may never find inner peace,
with the Devil dragging you back out to the streets.
He'll help you lie. He'll help you steal.
He'll help you forget what it's like to feel.
Remorse or guilt toward the people you've used.
You're not the only one who feels abused.
It affects you and all the people you love.
They all just want to see you live above.
The influence that brought you to hell and back,
Who knows if you'll ever be back on track?
Once you're hooked, there's no second guess.
You've already turned into a fucking mess.
So maybe when the Devil knocks on your door,
Tell him you've got other plans in store.
You don't need him telling you what to do.
All you need is faith.
The rest is up to you.
-Molly Ina O'Donnell (1995-2016)