She closes her eyes
Prays for the night to end
It’s all too much
Everything crowds in close
She’s fighting hard
Fighting to live
Fighting to win
The sting of the tool
The release in the spill
Colored waters flow
Precious oblivion follows
Sweeps her up
Into it’s numbing depths
She knows no love
To pull her free
She sees no escape
Such morbid forsight
Yet, I am understanding
Such an odd tie between
Herself and me
One and the same
Residing within one existence
One that fights the temptress
The other, defeat is eminent
One still struggles to keep climbing
While the latter refuses to let go..
Mirror, mirror