Intoxicating

The fumes wrap themselves around her,

she doesn't feel their warm embrace.

No more far, instead now so near

this is such a special simple case,

she has just forgotten how to stear

now that she is in such a daze.

It hurts to loose those who are dear,

she hopes its only a phase.

The wispy fumes travel into her nostrils

they draw soft lines on the heavy air,

she hardly thought about how it easily kills

she shouldn't have agreed to the Devil's dare...

Now the wind has stopped and the air is still,

so is it safe for her to stop and stare

to take a step back, close her eyes and feel,

the air so still...

The clock is ticking

as time begins moving,

the music is playing

as they begin dancing,

the people are staring

as she is falling..

into the deep.

Everything is disappearing

as the air is intoxicating.

Penned in Jan '10

Art: ecstasy_by_XeNzo