Joining a state of consciousness

I'd rather leave unsaid,


I find a plane of pleasantness;


My body turns to lead.


The clouds begin to wander by;


Angels within the smoke . . .


I fight the feeling; wanting to cry,


Only forming a choke.


The trickle of salt, down my face,


Has left my liner run.

My friends take off in absurd chase

To find a loaded gun.


Wish my time would wither away


And leave me to my maze.


I know not one excuse to stay


'Cept to enjoy the haze.


My friend has found the instrument


For my self-destruction;

I volunteer to implement

Her foolish instruction.

Email: acid@redshift.com

Copyright 1997, Author: Jamie Hartman, Revised (7 July 1997)