This rush is killer
This infatuation has become an obsession, A desire that my weakness craves. It's getting out of control, to hard to let go. I'm flushed with temptation, my hearts beating fast, my knees weaken and my hands wont stop shakeing. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I need it, I must have it... I want to feel pleasure and mix it with pain. I want to feel a rush flow through my vein. Give me an ounce, I need one more hit. Give me the needle so I can stick it through. I feel a rush, my eyes get wide, my blood flows thick like wine. I feel so high. Nothing can compare to this sick temptation, this pleasure, this pain. All I had to do was stick a tiny needle through my vein. I feel so good, I want some more... "Wait"... I'm feeling numb, my head feels light, "My lungs!"... their getting tight. My head is spinning... My heart is racing, I'm choking... "I can't breath!". It hurts so bad... "What have I done?!"... Oh please just give me a GUN! I'll finish this off... "Oh wait"... It's stopped. Now I feel like I'm floating... I turn around, then I look down... I can see my lifeless body.