Pure white dust, more precious and valuable than gold. Sweet yet bitter, sniffing lines of happiness into your body, softening the icy cold of life. Allowing you to got high, oh so high into the sky. You forget what is necessary, waves of euphoria crashing around you in a halo if flashing colours and sunlight rays over cloud nine. Escapism at it's best and worst. As if you're flying. 

Though all good things must come to an end. Beautiful pleasure turns sour, falling back to earth within a storm of disappointment and sobering from your high. Hoping, wishing, praying to return there soon. Delicious powder, sweet needles and small pills, whatever it takes to return Alice to her Wonderland. Follow the White Rabbit into false paradise. 

Despite the exhilaration of it all, what it leaves behind may well be the person's downfall from grace. Hollow white cheeks, deep purple bags, body shrouded in the stench of sweat. But health is not worth the overwhelming sensation of flying away when your mind is on the edge and threatening to fall into oblivion for eternity. 

The time has come to make the choice of pill; Euphoria or Ice.

One will take you higher than ever before.

The other so low, your heart stops beating

It's time to choose; to fall or fly.