Clenched fist
Clouded mind
Insatiable need
Two thin white lines
A tourniquet tightens
on a vein tap, tap,
A needle stick,
an ampoule of Smack.
A fever burn,
tranquil bliss.
A tempt of fate,
a devils kiss.
A feeble pulse,
shallow breath.
A cruel flirtation,
a dance with death.
A spirit reduced
to melancholy.
Addiction is
a dead mans folly.