Euphoria

Elation.
A pure state of euphoria,
where you float six fucking feet in the air,
and leave your body six feet behind.

You know you want it.
pure thoughts running through your mind,
letting the body move without hindrance,
the energy, hatred, and pain flowing out and away.

It lets me fly.
I have seen the face of supremacy,
and realize I see it every day in my own house.
Right in my mirror.

There is a cost, though.
eventually the face of supremacy,
becomes the face of nightmares and children's wails,
never to be understood again.

This is but a hindrance to keep others from tasting Nirvana.
This holy heaven is snow,
but not cold cut december snow,
Warm, fire-spreading snow.

The spoon is a melting pot for Enlightenment.
the flame turns Nirvana into something we can take in,
which we stir that we may not fall,
and add the cotton that keeps the crude from hurting us.

The needle is the vessel for heaven.
It draws the purity of the snow,
but not too much,
else the grandeur of the gods will take your soul.

The tourniquet keeps our mortality and feeble minds at bay.
we then find the place of tranquility,
and inject ourselves with the elixir of the gods,
carefully letting our feeble minds run again.

Just be careful when dealing with the gods.
just a taste of that bliss will drive us mad,
forever searching for the same euphoria,
but you'll never see it, believe me.