A STRAY

 
With barely a whisper
She stood cloaked in her hood
The hidden observer
Protected she stood
So many years on the periphery
Young woman your hiding inside fantasies trickery
Kaleidoscopes project fractals of hope
Punks not dead, it just turned its head
Feet stuck fast a slippery slope
Hypnotized by lazers, beats and smoke
A life of debauchery was certainly fitting
For years she chose to swallow her fears
The fears became numb, the ease forgiving
Succumbing to the euphoria and unity
I became we, a tale of tribal community
Days, weeks and years blurred into one
The spark on the dance floor spread like wildfire
Poison arrows shoot to kill
Standing on the battle field, we couldn't hear the gunshots
Adorned with our rose-tinted glasses
We knew the score
Choosing to be, too blind to see we were losing the war
Those of us left were lost and unsung
The highs of the nineties eruption
walked into the naughties with the darkest destruction
Quiet desperation is a dirty stubborn stain
Till all that is left with is disgust and shame
Go on have another line, alleviate the pain
Hedonistic players
To hell with the naysayers
It's political, fighting the system
Sound system culture, our only religion
Psychosis paranoia disease and addiction
Accidental overdose and suicides freedom
The constant amnesia
No longer pleasing ya
The only lifestyle she knew, tattered in pieces
Fantastical illusion
replaced with toxic delusion
The destruction played itself out in her marriage
No longer happy to let the dream do damage
Reality stirring and taking its grip
Old relationships started to slip
Dry rot seeping in to every crack
The putrid smell of stagnant resentment
living a life of discontentment
The trauma of a toxic divorce
brought nothing but bitter and twisted discourse
Her world fell to pieces
No turning back
Dragging her self out of the carnage
SHE DREW HER FINAL LINE. (99.9percent)

And wonders if she still searches for the ever elusive high...