Dazed is the time like streaming
light it passes me by, my mind
spiked on a high be it by needle, liquid
pleasure that once pushed explodes in
my blood like a firework my mind
goes in to overdrive.

Days are but a number each passing
by, smoking the fumes to make my
next day melt away not caring as my
cares are lost in the smoke as it fades away.

Am I alive or dead does it matter, the only
thing is to keep me on this addictive high.
I remember my lastday that moment the high
hit, then darkness as this moment faded a
wasted time of addiction that has now cost me my life...