Death.
That's what I think of
When I think of you.

Not the physical kind of death.
The kind of death
That takes your soul

I feel bitterness
And hate
When I look in your eyes

A blackness of a spirit lost

I cannot save you
From yourself

No amount of love
Can heal you
Without your help

Nothing I can do.
So I sit and watch you die.

September 26,2016