she is gone
dead, like the trees
so is my innocence
and everything that defines me
I've indulged in another addiction
it brought me pleasure as another self infliction
I'm paving my path with experiences and faults
and my vehicle is constantly coming to a halt
but the ride is comfy, warm like liquor
smooth like smoke, and makes my heart race quicker
i am gone
dead, like her soul
forever drifting
dreading the day i become old