For as long as I can recall
You have been there,
But never alone.  

The smell of your cheap perfume,
Trying to cover that smell-
The smell of tobacco

Surrounded in a smokey grey whisp,
Coming for this small stick
that holds your life in its hand.

You never caring what you put in your body,
Relying on the fact that you will come back,
Relying on the science you never believed in.

The advice of Doctors,
The ones you ignored.
It was that friends of yours fault.

They took your voice,
The one of reason;
Of sound mind.

Yelling matches filled the air,
You screaming at me all I did wrong.
They overtook your emotions,

Your sanity, gone.
The day you realize
That your 'friend'
Isn't your friend,
Is the day that
Hell freezes over
Or pigs learn to fly.

I fear when that day comes
You and your friend will have become one,
Both ashes
In a ceramic capsule,
Oh the times
The times we tried
To separate you
And that friend of yours.

When will you learn
To stop hanging around
That friend of yours?