It’s a funny thing what drugs can do to you.
They can rip apart your soul.
Expose you, to the elements of a
false reality.
Where things seem nice, as if they were
some sick escape of the sorts.

Places become more brilliant.
People become more beautiful.
Everything becomes brighter.

The world is upside down,
intertwined with something which
cannot be described by simple
words.

It is something of the smells of Christmas,
and the feelings of warmth, mixed with
accomplishment and a linger scent of
disaster.

For all love ends in disaster.