Honey
(N.Thomas)

Confiding in a newfound friend throwing caution to the wind
Methadone like honey yields a satisfying dream
Hungry fools will reach out for the riches never seen between
The long and shorter sighted, slighted, slipped away again
Putrified and then distilled, temptation for the weaker-willed
To pace the race; adrenalin, too late to fake refrain
Echo-forming patterns form a matrix-maze of hexagons
Interlocked in chemistry and slipped away again,

Honey taps into the hidden senses
Rots the core of the last defences
Eats away at the very essence ; total mass decay,

Motion through a liquid floor, concentric circles open for
Demands and desperation cries just a second taste
An axe to crack the social mould, a marketplace for selling souls
Supplies surprise behind the eyes and pockets lined with gold
Victims without circumstance emerging from a lifeless trance
Stumble, fall, reach-up and crawl, hands are scratching at the wall
The rotting stench of fallen flesh of all that's gone before