Treading on the edge
Going up for months
Without really going down
Wide awake at 5 am
Contemplating bold moves
Subtle disquiet
Longing and loneliness
I am testing my chemistry
Addicted to dopamine
And cigarettes
I hope this is honest
Truly capturing
The peril and pleasure
Of angels on the brain
Playing with fire
Is always dangerous
But there are safe ways
To get a fix
I felt I was slipping
But now am on high
Hold me if I fall
The sanctity of mood
Is fragile

EVOLVE or die trying