My Fix Poem by david guerrero

Lost in space, floating on emptiness, a chemical inhaling and a portal into the six dimension
Crystallized, walking through the haze, the clouds have fallen from their heights
A professor fueling the fire with no heed, conjuring up a love, forgetting the remedy
Needing more, can't get enough, I'm falling apart, consumed by the desire of experiencing life, objectified my pleasure, I swear it's a cancer, eating me from within the air I breath; no exhale.
I justify my deeds, with other people's popular fallacies; loneliness is no longer my creed.
Where's my fix, I feel so electrified when I'm out of touch with reality, no longer around to feel peoples unwavering incredulity,
This is beginning to feel like a love hate relationship, and that's all I need from a shallow world given into infidelity.