Your blood feels like warm bath water
and your mind a glowing orb of light
like alice falling down the rabbit hole
you hit the floor and a space oddessy has begun
know need to get up off your back
you are floating on a dust particle
to the deepest regions of your mind
One last time you heat the glass
and inhale the majestic potion
resting on a bed of roses
with deadly thorns
Crack thats what they call it and now I hope I made you see why
because all it does is make you brain fried
vincent armone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crack-6/