Ecstasy becomes ashen static

A forlorn measure of bandwidth

status

A reminder of your lost magic

Your magnus served

In an empty chalice

A palace made of shattered glass

A slipper that would break on glass

A fairy god mother who turns smoke to ash

And back again

And back again

How lonley it feels to feel good again

You take your potion,

Poison

Poised with noise that

Distracts you from yours

And rings your head

Tells you better things

In harder forms

So you drink once more

So you reach the floor

And you reach for more