The Ultimate Hit

This is my first poem all comments are appreciated. Never have I
experimented with Heroin, this poem is based truly on information and
what I can only imagine what its like to be hooked. This poem doesn't
mean to cause any offence to addicts. . .

In my darkened room, all i have left is gloom.I have no life and all
my friends have left.
All i have to my name is a syringe and a can of lager.
What do I do? Where will I go?
Choose reality? or not to choose reality?
I choose euphoria, a supernova endured by the evil brown powder.
I make my veins stand out, cook up a shot and plunge the needle into my
veins.
Do I regret it? For a single solitary second yeah I do.
But then the feeling takes over my body like a bat out of hell.
The ultimate hit, the ultimate hit, the ultimate hit.
I stand up and see the darkest shade of black there is to see.
My chest tightens, I can't breathe.
Is this death? If so I am dead.
So much for the the ultimate hit.