I think it’s what I’m under

That’s turning me off

I get them from the doctor—

Amphetamine salts

It seems to make things sharper

In the corners of my mind

It makes the vignette darker

In the corners of my mind

I take two, I feel so good

Does it make you nervous

As it starts behind your eyes?

I’ve never seem something so perfect

As the diamonds of your eyes

An electric, neon shimmer

Like a shiver through a hall

Or shards of broken mirror

Amphetamine salts