The Reality Hiding Inside of a Needle

One little shot A mere pinch in a throbbing vein Liquid injected by a shaking hand The reality of life falls away The sky turns a deep crimson As birds fly toward a leafless tree Branches covered with newly born dragons Breathing fire and inhaling toxic smoke The watch their surroundings Looking for a single flower Where butterflies mate in unending rhythm Giving birth to newly hatched rainbows Red, violet, blue, green and yellow All fading into blacks and grays As the rise to take their place in the sky White fluffy clouds wrap around the arches Like tendrils of a parasitic vine Strangling the life from the lifeless prisms Dissolving their shades into an invisible spectrum Their darkness falls eclipsing the nearest star Open eyes strain in the dimming light They are looking for a floating eagle Golden wings rising on heated air It flies around the sky Leaving a trail of blue skies and morning light It is the one creature who knows reality What true reality should be like At least until the next little shot The pinch in another throbbing vein Takes in all away again