I remember the days,
Actually mostly the nights,
And the mornings,
Of dawn's early precipice light,
Tinged with the illegal,
Trespassing away from my youth.
The dark and mysterious nights,
Leading me astray,
It was all so alluring,
I could not resist.
It was as if not the beautiful,
But the beautiful being disgraced by the ugly,
That was intoxicatingly so,
That I could not turn away.
The manufactured 3,4-MethyleneDioxyMethAmphetamine,
Coupled with a glittering dust of heroic diacetylmorphine,
That laced the crystalline,
So-called hydrogen H-bomb,
The female heroine heroin of chemical salvation.
The virgin tongue tainting the ferrous blood,
With man-made plasticity,
What somnolence was fast approaching,
And oh how the anxiety was annulled by the anxiolytic affect,
Pushing the emotive euphoria forcefully into my world,
And into my stable mentality, my mental stability, that I call my mind.
The consciousness became fuzzy,
The conscience evilly cooperative,
As the yellow-orange sodium-vapo