Consuming every bit of her.
It confused her and used her
Took all the good away.
Made it rain when it should have
shined.
It made her thoughts bad,
and her heart old.
It tormented her every single day
It wouldn't let her go.
The grasp was too tight,
The pain was too much.
“I can't do it anymore.”
She whispered as she opened
The precious orange bottle.
Counted out twelve and with one
Big swallow they were all gone.
And so was she.
It was all my fault,
I couldn't save her
From the monster inside.
[ASW]