E E E E Ecstasy

Pink butterflies, take your pick
Fly high on their powdery wings
They're an excuse, just do not loose
For their use in not to be abused
At the end of the kick, your world tumbles down
There is no where for you to sit
So you take another, as you desire
This one tingles your nose and your bones
It fills your being, it gives you its wings
But it's only for awhile, such a shame
What are you to gain?
Except for a half-dead brain?