Amphetamine.

for Souma.

Mysteries of space and time, and anatomy,

No longer seem to matter, or else are just erased

I’m more curious about whether you’re

An extension of some galaxy

That claim to be close to heaven –

My Cocaine... you’re my philosophy

You’re deep inside my bloodstream

My mind’s starting to decay...

Take a slice of my soul tonight

And keep it close by, always...

Your beauty is not physical,

It’s the comfort of mere existence

You’re my answer to all life’s questions

(Though you create much more inside)

My Cocaine... you’re my existence

I’m addicted to your pheromones

I’m tipsy on your skin

We could fuse – be one – just you and me...

A/N: 29/02/04