You are numbed out on angel dust:
A bad tripper over jagged rocks.
Too scared both of your perverse past
And of your destined eternity-box.
Even love happened to be no fair,
No great shakes and faded away.
Will you survive after a nightmare?
Got any designs fir another day?
Gotta hurry up: you're pinched for time.
Take crystal T, sedate the beast inside.
As soon as you get off the dime,
You'll take advantage of a joy ride.
Aram Stefanian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-dust/
