Methamphetamine Haiku Set

I've finally tried
the Satan drug, bony Greek
"corrupter of youth"

friend shows me the craft:
grinding, shaping the thin line
snorting hard... blast off!

snort, burn, snort, burn, snort
a jackal on the kill
blood drips unheeded

this epic feeling
like love, applause, or true verse...
"questionable shape" - (Hamlet)

have I planted a
weak poisonous seed to steal
my trickling water?

no, ha, I was dead
already... dead frightened to
make a manly noise

bought like a coffin
I awaited my grand entrance...
sampled by vain worms

Radio plays hits
made on meth by four fab Brits
taking their day trip

Night-time sun ascends
shining dark rays to speed melt
depression's white frost

the addict dice are
cast in the air to float like
dope-hungry vultures

this Promethean
dealer sold me mighty fire
stolen from blue Gods

I will battle beasts
and cook them in a lit cave...
to lure dainty moths

Such was Homer's war,
dead to sight but for rhymed light...
bright recited might

or take Tchaikovsky...
lost in pitiful lovers
found in tranquil song

Appearances are
toy guns... true innovation's
labeled madness doomed

now I hear sirens'
stinging coke's blissful refrain
harmony profane

so I bid readers
from Paris to vast London
a speedy adieu