Potion

I'm feeling so awake,
like i'm on a high.

The feelings I can't take,
even when I lie.

The bottles are now empty,
There's several on the floor.

My eyes now I can't see,
my body hits the door.

The lights going on outside,
the incandesent sound.

The drugs I try to hide,
where no one can be found.

The needle in my arm,
and the mask across my face.

They won't do me harm,
but my heart begins to race.

My face is white and pale,
flat without emotion.

There's drugs in my system,
I think I found my potion.

The potion to kill me dead,
and to take my life.

The potion no street has lead,
and it's my time.