• Swallowed doses of happiness; pure ecstacy my mind, lovely euphoria; a demon which I worship; not much more than that my mind's a straight out warship. Blowing canons from side to side, filling up my mind. Combustion, the intense burning of broken dreams. Exothermic moods, with every breathe I take I destroy things around me; aggravated emotions, distanced enemies. But not my own enemy, for I can't seem to control my own mortality.