Kisses From A Needle

Reality.
To each person it holds
a certain trait, quality, feeling.
Now, I ask you, come with me
on this journey to feel something different.
Create a new reality.
New people, sounds, boundaries.
In it's world you can be whatever.
Feel however.
Leave whenever...
...but no one leaves when it's time.

Tasting colors,
you'll begin to change.
The people you love will begin
to leave you, because they are not the same.
But, my dear, don't you see?
You don't need them.
It is all you need.
It made you better.
They are jealous.
It made you better

Soon, you'll be out on the streets.
Talking to everything you see,
because they listen to you.
The others think you are crazy.
They just can't see the way you do.
Neither will you, as this "reality"-
a world, if you will...
This world is not permanent.
It requires a small fee,
a token of your commitment.

A mere prick of a needle.
A sigh of relief.
Your serenge will start talking,
telling you what to do next.
Because now, you can do it
ten times faster,
ten times better.
This is all for the better.
They are wrong.

Sitting in the gutter.
Aren't you happy you found it?
It's given you everything you've
ever wanted and ten times more.
Sadly, it's kept secrets.
Chemicals aren't honest.

Methamphetamine is the worst world.

Soon you'll start to realize
you have nothing left.
Your veins are empty
and so are your pockets.
The colors fade as the
truth is revealed.

You've hit rock bottom,
and you need a new way to get high...