the drug addict

like my first high,its been casted

with a certain amount of

lows ,has my reddened eye seen

like a swoop

to a valley from a high mount

as the skin is hardening and grim

decline awaits, i know,but our first

like the flight of the float of our arms

together.Now the nerves are jittery

with hard substance from the heart,the palms

most sweaty of the body parts,misery

all through the last days,when the calm

head is now violent,the first days were very

much like though the end was one

our hearts lay less caring