It’s a Vault

Covered in numbers and a thin sheet of glossy paper

Its round black head with numbers and words on top

The strange green plastic body called a bottle

I look again and see camouflage and a star shaped bottom

Then I changed my gaze to the stuff inside

A green sweet and sour liquid that acts like lightning when consumed

Loaded with sugar, caffeine and carbonation

Careful! Too much of this and your teeth will die

But for one like I who slept too little

There is no lightning, just a small kick of energy to make it through the day

As I drink more and more, I feel alert but sad

For as the liquid disappears, I can’t help but miss it

Because I know that upon the next day I’ll need more