Blood concentrated though the mind far from it
Some are rolled by hand and glued by spit then lit
Some swallowed, others injected and some simply sniffed
They travel through veins and then you get the sudden fit
You are losing composure but trying to remain meek
Laying because it becomes hard to sit

The intended treat becomes apparently a trick
Delusions and mirages are all because you’re in a big trip
And then finally you become sick
So why indulge in these deeds ?
Surely you don’t enjoy the nose bleeds !
And even though your soul pleads
I suppose you ask yourself –
Whats there to do if that’s what your body has grown to need ?

© Heath Muchena, 2009