26/11/2008 -

gonna feel it while it lasts,

that accentuating feeling into my bloodstream,

the grip of pulsating veins,

heartbeats of steadfast ferocity.

greater than any common drug,

this is life as it is,

pockets of estasy,

moments of misery.

i can feel it all in me,

like a caged beast stirring its cage,

enslaving in incontrolable rage and terror,

the future nothing in black and white altogether.

and the drums sounded to my melody,

my periodic thumping its skin to fervent symphony,

and life was like this as beauty was as it is,

like a drug stemming increasing necessity from within.

i feel good,

i feel great,

i feel my sweat,

i feel my angsts all escape before me.

then it all cascades down again,

in the decadent lights of society's cruelty.

and i will crave for it again,

life as a drug in order to breathe again.

was life meant to be like that?

a life of lashing rain and tempestuous winds,

amidst the ephedrine of cool breezes,

and the frolicking in the bright sunshine?

truly,

life is a drug,

slowly poisoning from within;

you take whats needed,

and you feel the world at your feet,

before you stumble again,

and the cycle repeats.

it was never easy,

it was never perfect.

life was a drug,

as a catalyst to death's knell.

breathe hard.

breathe easy.

heave it all out again,

and vent it all out.

for spurts evolved are better than self contained.

a chance for solace?

a chance for a release of life's misery?

gotta love life man,

it brings much beauty,

even in the most puritan grey,

or the faintest of the cutest smile,

amongst many a misery,

amongst countless atrocities,

and problems rife needing much to solve,

so enjoy it while you can,

for life is a drug,

a adrenaline rush to the end.