PR+BMs

There aren't enough words to explain how it feels.
Any time, place, moment can be made just right.
It feel like time slows down, almost to a halt.
The instant you inhale it, the instant it enters your veins,
you feel nothing, and everything.
Love comes rushing in from all different angles,
hate bears down on you for the ones who ruin this.
Happiness runs deep because everything seems perfect,
sadness bleeds out because everything is worthless.
Not a word has been spoken, but every word you know enters your head.
Everyone you've met has a seat in the room,
every place you've been has a new meaning to it.
The past that haunts seems just and right.
The future that's scary seems easy and worth the fight.
You feel the sensation in every inch of your soul.
Right about now you feel inspired to make the best better.
A combination so ecstatic it almost seems lethal.
You're piling on, the grave gets deeper.
Yet noone must know, because this happy place is your worst kept secret.
It rushes in like perfection injected straight to your brain,
then you raise the stakes, and get higher than black planes.
Lethal ecstasy as you begin to question being sane,
then your head explodes, sending thoughts more numerous than stars, all over the place.