Is This Heaven?

I've got my supplies laid out in front of me.
Syringe, filter, cooker, lighter, tourniquet, water, spoon, heroin.
With the spoon held steady, I'll drop in the dope.
Hit it with a splash of water, then stir with the plunger.
With a quick heat, it boils for a second.
Drop in the cotton, insert needle to pull in the amber liquid.
I'll tie off just above my left elbow.
The veins plump up, and away we go.
I hit my vein on the first go, as I pull back the plunger,
A shot of blood shoots into the barrel.
Success.
Slowly pushing down, I can already feel it coursing through my veins.
No more bad days, no more memories, everything is numb, I can no longer feel the pain.
As I pull the needle out, I close my eyes.
If this is anything close to heaven,
I can't wait to die.
With my eyes half closed, I fish a cigarette out of my pack.
As I try to put it to my lips, my arms feel like they're heavier than cement.
But I manage.
With my flame to the cigarette, I inhale deeply.
Holding it in, just for a bit.
Slowly exhaling the blue tinted smoke in a slow thin stream.
I try to keep my eyes open, but at this very moment, that's not even possible.
Slowly slipping into the depths of unconsciousness.
Only to awaken a few minutes later, to the cherry burning my leg.
Another pair of shorts fallen victim.
Right now, there's nothing else in the world that could compare...
As I keep my eyes open, I begin to prep another shot..
Come one, come all.
All of the kids into the pool.
Heroin, water, heat, cotton, all in the spoon..
I'm on my second shot already, and it's not even noon...