Clark Kent

It runs me like a super power.

Mixing cocaine and alcohol.

Hot blood rushes through contracted veins.

I see myself in third person.

Energy swirling raging to 

New depths of cold insanity,  

Such a terrible super power.

A manic river pouring down

Crooked mountains above us all.

Pain and fear mean nothing at all!

I need the drum beat in my skull.

The density of air the lifts, 

Allowing me to soar higher 

Past the moon, up in the bright stars.

You’ll find me in this story

Crazed again, moving far too fast.

Hyper fixation is so strange. 

Blood coursing through my empty soul,

Mania filling all the space

Taking over my sanity.

I want to scream out - harrowing 

For joy…hate…sadness in the void.

I want to fill it up again.

I want to feel more, like before,

So this feeling should do today.

A cocaine, glorious morning! 

My pride and ego do battle 

Fighting over my lost honor,

Knowing now what I should have know.

Losing to my addicted mind.