Snow

Not sure who I am but I'm no longer who I've been. How ever it is that I turn out, is yet to be seen. I am consumed by the growing need, to be constantly off my face on speed. The feeling that you get when the needle breaks the skin, watching that fine red line as it drawn back in. Hopefully no one has to notify my next of kin. Is this where I'm heading, I don't really know. Just don't push it in to quick take it nice and slow. As it joins my bloodstream and heads towards my brain, my pulse gets higher and my heart beats faster as it screams through my veins. I feel it instantly in my chest, then taste the chemicals in the back of my throat. My senses all come alive at once, it's overwhelming me now. Please don't rock the boat, even if you do, I'm so high i'd be surprised if i didn't float. When the job is over and everything's packed away, you should always keep your last fit for a rainy day. I'm a bastard drug, I'm on the social scene. I'm colored white I'll pick u up I'm called AMPHETAMINE. Once the rush is gone and I'm feeling a bit sore, I guarantee I go straight out and buy some fucking more. One more hit, one more go. Fuck I love that pure white snow.