I can feel the sharp prick of something

Digging underneath the surface of my skin

And it burns

I can feel the flames

Running through my veins

And I find

That it only gets worse

The better it feels

Knowing that I have reached

A high on Cloud Nine

That I have found

On a corner I once wasn’t cautious of

Now as the taste seeps into my system

And I am no longer aware of my surroundings

I breathe in the toxic fumes

Coughing and yet

Desiring more

Only needing this

It becomes routine

A weekly fix

That soon becomes daily

My belief that this is living,

Will be my downfall

My end.