Poetry / Too Deep... Part II

A pointless threat, or so he seemed, the perfect kind of danger,

Her souless mate, he'd prove to be, a very clever stranger.

Slow he was to twist her views, and drown her in his fate,

And by the time that she came to, of course, it was too late.

Following his beaten trail, she gave in to his taking,

Forcing herself further down, the road of her own breaking.

Alive she thought, she finally was, and fell for him too quickly,

Deeper still she dug herself, inside a mind already sickly.

Alcohol and drugs became, her greatest frame of mind,

Another way to lie and say, she had no pain to leave behind.

Content he was to find his peace, in that of her affliction,

She allowed for him keep her their, syringed in his addiction.

He never really gave her much, but she'd had nothing at all,

So to her it felt like everything, the nothing in her all.

She became his prolonged war, she became his Verdun,

A battleground of twisted views, fortress to his burden.

Then one day he told her coldly, that she was no longer needed,

And one more step she did take, and further she receded.
 

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