Event Horizon

The line we cross and there is no returning.

To our former lives, glory, safety

That line is invisible or vivid to our senses

But once we cross it we know immediatly

Everything changes, warps, twists around ourselves

Into grotesque abstractions of what we hoped to be

We are addicted, chained and held agianst our very wills

But some never notice this as they suckle the nipple of addiction

The Even Horizon, the line we cross

Knowingly or unknowingly but pay for it later on.