You give me power

The illustrious fine powder you are.

You gave me the strength of

a 100 rampaging lions.

Your power fills my lungs...exhale...

My lips and gums tingle on the verge of sweet success--evanescent.



I can’t stop.

It takes more.

I follow your train of crumbs in a line

like a baby following a line of cheerios.

Not knowing where it leads,

But I sense limbo, and oblivion.

For now,

The strength of 50 rampaging lions.

Train ride over--evanescent.



Your syringe of life and death keeps me here.

Not knowing when it will be deadly,

But one last try.

Your power coursing through my veins.

Giving me the strength of a lion.

You consume me with exuberance and lust

Like a little boy seeing **** for the first time.

Too late,

I am dead.

My life--evanescent.