Mechanics Of A Comeup

 the world is calm
 but in my head my tboughts begin to race,
 flooding my head at increabable pace,
 its time for me to hide and encase,
 the feel of normality crushing to paste,
 the savage look on my face as I dig the rolled note deep into my eager face.  
 
Its the second long pause as my warped mind sharply flashes,  
cheers
 and aplaudes as I take the deep breathe that shoots into the mess that remains of the inerds of your bone dress.  
 
Nothing compares to the shooting pain harshly gained,
 not willing to subside as the chemicals crawl inside to play their game.
 As my nose shreds and blood begins to drip,
 head tilts back feeling it as it chews and feeds on my only clues....
 
I then ask myself "is this what I want?", its over and done with,
 no time to pleade,
 no turning back as my vision goes slack and my spaceship eyes roll back.  
The weak floor beguns to thump with my hearts heavy pumps,
 louder and quicker as if to burst and splitter.
 Hand held in front if my face and I watch as my body cant help but shake,  
 
the earth trembles at the force of 10 bulls.  
An undescribable surge of power and energy forms and forces outward like raging horses.
 No falling tower can mask the chemical power, in the shell that is my transforming self.  
 
My heart stops as I stand, and demons eat through my exhauses soul like sand