The Trap

And it was hope that killed him in the end It was both the air in the balloon and the needle itself Left for dead like the fool he was to believe it in the first place Having promised so many things and leaving him with nothing Using his desires as bait he was caught without complaint Not even a twitch, for he knew that he fell into the trap almost willingly But how could he know where this path would lead Never had he imagined that this pit was so deep Instead of climbing out, it's become his new home