Deathly Impulse

Standing upon the balcony rail
eyes of a cat in the dark
arms outstretched, seeking to fly
above the fluffy white clouds
yet her destination is an illusion
downward is the reality

She laughs and twirls
ignoring the bitter taste of "the drip"
red silky blood marks her abuse
unnoticed it falls upon her numbing lips
she feels powerful and mighty
yet in reality she is frail and weak

Many years of cocaine pleasure
life's normal rewards thrown away
her trust put in the hands of evil
her real reason of being blessed with life
forgotten,diminished and unimportant
she lives now only for the "rush"

She leaps capriciously ,air-born
yet unlike her fifteen minute "high"
her angelic wings last only moments
she descends quickly,yet gracefully
unaware that reality hits harder than illusions
fifteen minutes of power ,two seconds to reality

Upon a dust coated table
the evidence to her death,speaks
a mirror, razor and straw
innocent household items it seems
yet this time it is different
partners in crime,is what they are

Pay the price of death for an illusion
Or live a lifetime of reality as a blessing