Road to Asylum...?

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The night creatures are not just animals
They're humans, covered in leaves too
Puffing smoke carelessly into the air
Making mental notes of each passing second
Mocking sanity
Thinking on what shouldn't figure
Their mind is as clear as water
And in that moment of clarity
The mind; Is a Crystalline element
Cool, calm and collected
Eyes drawn in like a carefully devised trap
Fingers held in place - a peace sign
Precious minutes of "heaven"
Inspiration at its peak
Peak-you-a-roll
Marijuana makes a peek
Hands offered in mutual agreement
"give me your life"
"for a few minutes high"
"trade me a part of you"
It whispers
And there's no saying nay
No turning down
"it is the good life"
No creasing brows
Only sober reflections
For it is a religion; their coping mechanism
So, light a blunt
Roll up a joint
And let life slip away from your very grasp
Till you melt away into oblivion
Or speak up my friend
Because no is never final.



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