my son opens
the dark door
of crystal methamphetamine
a turnstile
with no way back
the devil's cocktail
drinking of his blood
doomed to loose
everything dear to him
no feelings but the heat
of his blood
burning in his brain
the light
of white lightning
in his eyes
searing synapses
of all consciousness
scowling for hours
into a blue screen
seeing stray electrons
frozen in time
