Lost a Fight

1/4/06

Broken to a point,
Where she'll shatter,
Rolling up a joint,
to her love doesn't matter.

Blood on her wall,
Cuts dance on her skin,
Screams down the hall,
Twenty shots of gin.

Laying in the dark,
Body very weary,
She feels rapid beats of her heart,
Her soul disappears.

Her eyes close slowly,
Doesn't feel pain,
Heart stopped fast,
Funeral in pouring rain.
© Care S.