the point of the essence

i smell, hear, and feel it, travel through my throat, its warm and burns but tickles my throat, i hope it makes me choke, hit after hit, its a bitch, its the essence of my pain, the way it lingers in the air, in my mouth, "its rotting your brain" is all they manage to say, but thats the point, the whole fucking point. to let it fill my vains with chemicals, let it burn inside my throat till it hurts. and it does hurt but thats the whole fucking point.