Echos of rambling outsiders arms wide open; a hush of silence plagues us. While we rest on an old dirty couch chasing the dragon. Our minds filled with clatter delusions of a peaceful place. Blood trickling down, the dirty syringe passed with no saint hood of rejecting the feelings. We tremble, I yearn for more Mesmerized with a glassy, waxed over stare. Dancing nostrils flare to the perfect scintillating anticipation. Delicious purge; surging through my skin, falling...falling... to a shrewd world, underlying a victory lost to a bittersweet defeat.