Going Down Smooth

So easy to cross convention’s line,
To slip a little further down
Desires as heady as any wine,
The slow descent without a sound.

The downward path propels you on,
A slippery slope to god knows where
The guiding lamp that brightly shone,
Extinguishes to black despair.

No simple caution to take heed,
Except the nagging inner voice
Against the shouts of darkest need,
I felt that I had little choice.

No signs of warning posted here,
The quicksand draws me ever deep
No helping hands to pull me clear,
I doubt if anyone will weep.

A slip or two was all it took,
Pulled down into the sucking mire
All the good that I forsook,
To choke on what was once desire.