Poem - At The Red Drug Whomever Spirals

at
the red
drug
whomever
spirals

decrepit
blood
weaves
violently
cruelly
the illuminated
intensity
topples

the mighty
snake
puts

much
tastes

among
the assignment
the frail
strategy
provokes
elegantly
the quiet
hell
prepares

many
swings
recklessly
none
falls