Ecstasy.

Its that sick feeling.
You know,
The one that everyone
Tells you about.
You never believe them.
Nothing could feel this good,
But it does.
Simple.
Quick.
Effective.
You want to run around.
You're hot, you're cold.
An intense amount of energy
Is what you behold.
The noises sound electrical,
Everything has become soft.
Nothing should feel this good,
But it does.
Simple.
Quick.
Effective.
The fuzziness throughout,
Its slowly going away.
Two hours of energy,
Two hours of play.
You lay your head down,
Nothing phases you now.
You're just another person,
With your head in the clouds.