The smoke looks like pillows surrounding me
Comfortably
As I exhale the negativity
That i see
And that I feel,
The numbing drug slows down what's real
It's like my lungs have been filled with warmth
A feeling of bliss that calms my soul
And as I feel the rough skin across my arm
I conclude that this pain is too old
So I'll light up my joint
A representation of the stress in my head
And slowly get the point
That all is well, forget this feeling of dread

We were born two years apart but grew together
we cried about boys and the book i tried to write
the one without a plot, nothing was right
when i lost my train of thought,
we fought, of course the way that sisters do
but we never failed to tell each other
"i love you"
you had dreams and so do i
about going to the moon
reaching for the sky,
you wanted to heal people
and i wanted to teach,
both of our dreams were within reach..
until you fell and he caught your soul
but i never knew these problems would unfold
now i have a story that will have feeling
i can write with emotion instead of fiction
like the wallpaper in our attic peeling
and the road against your car doors friction
like the glass on your windshield when you crashed
mom was crying when i asked
where you were
but you were gone, and i understood
he was taking you places that i never could
so dear, man in the clouds that i cannot see
do me this favor,
and take her to the moon for me.

He got up and said only one thing
a sentence spoke with no love
only hate
while i cried on the ground
unable to orate
he looked at me with hollow eyes,
as i bled on myself
and continued to cry
he uttered those words with a bitter tongue
as i wiped my tears
he said
"you done?"

Smoke it,
bake it,
or just bake yourself
hot box,
police knocks,
eyes redder than hell
feels like you're dreaming
do you got that good leaf?
do you smoke that good ****?
the kind that make you feel fly
with only one hit
what do you take with it?
maybe, a dose of reality
or rather, a shot of remorse?
a pinch of regret
for all those now closed doors,
smoke that good leaf,
bake in that garden,
feel the release
for never being pardoned

It mixes well with alcohol,
keeps me high so i wont fall
i don't want to think
i want clouds in my brain
like the sky has fallen on my mind
and has driven me insane
forget these feelings or feel them even more
i just want to forget
that you ever existed
forever gone
not to return
evermore