In Ectasy

I don't feel
Only see
Shapes and colours
Heart
Beats
Like a train
Going off the rails
Death feels close
He looms above
Brushes my hair
With his cold hands

Smoke is inhaled
Deep into my lungs
It burns
And makes my eyes tear.
Powder
Becomes dissolved
Drunk up
Perception is distorted
Life moves slower
Cant feel
Cant move
Cant live.