The Drug Addict

like my first high its been casted with a certain amount of lows,has my reddened eye seen like a swoop to a valley from a high mount as the skin is hardening,and grim decline awaits,i know,but our first, like the flight of the float of our arms, together.now the nerves are gittery with hard substance from the heart,the palms most sweaty of the body parts,misery all through the last days,when the calm head is now violent,the first days were very much like though the end was one our hearts lay less caring