Scourge of the elixir

The scourge of the elixir
The potion of fate
The purge of the fixer
seven seconds too late

Minute by minute
And hour by hour
The salve to be swindled
From the seeds of a flower

Chasing the dragon
from his chalice, we sip
Unsheathing the needle
In search of the trip

The guise of the wired
The skin of their thrones
Their emotions misfire
To cast vie to their bones

Farewell, my reality
Force my mind to a place
Where I’ve really got nothing
In that world there to face

Life’s imperfect dissection
With no guidance to steer it
Just another injection
To imprison my spirit