The Drug's Perspective I am the evil temptation of man; I am the serpent of the garden. I offer you peace and happiness, But give you none. I offer you a ray of hope, Then burn you with the sun. I offer you everything, if you will give all: The pleasure is mine in watching you fall. Soon, you will grow dependent on me; You will want me more and more. You fight to gain possession of me, But what are you fighting for? Fool! You waste away and will not save yourself: You will not turn to something else. Slowly, my poison seeps through your body; Still, you cannot get enough of me. You wither and wilt like a dying flower, Then you fade away to . . . nothing. Fall 1994