Whats morphine like?

I heard someone ask "Whats morphine like?" I thought about it, I thought about tears at that moment, how hard I fight to avoid them, but when the shields come down, there is an awakening. For myself, morphine is like you, I heard ask. Its like the way I used to be. It is the Dragon you think it is and the one I have led into my viens. I breath its fuel, it replaces my blood, my blood it depletes and I find him at his will. The dragon is strong and takes my world as it enters me. Morphine has made me, it has become my dream, my wants and my desires to look forward to each day. A reason to get out of bed so strong like a newly entered compositional DNA. Everything is the dragaon now, my smile, my greetings, my impression upon you. Is the Dragon nice? It could hurt no more than when it bit down to when it let go, morphine is without the Dragon shaking its head and having its teeth clean the flesh off my bones. I give in to the dragon, because it is far less painfull then not having to, for without it, is that very question, "Whats morphine like?"