Tornado of Addiction
She is a great dark cloud hanging over my worn out heart,
Pouring over me her vodka stained sorrows.
I squint my eyes, searching for her silver lining,
Though no such thing exist, she is too far gone in this drunken storm.
I ponder my soul for a remnant of sunshine,
Something to retrieve her from this hurricane of denial that has grasped her for so long.
The harder I try,
The further her winds thrust me back,
She will ride this tornado of addiction,
And she will ride it straight to her grave.
Pouring over me her vodka stained sorrows.
I squint my eyes, searching for her silver lining,
Though no such thing exist, she is too far gone in this drunken storm.
I ponder my soul for a remnant of sunshine,
Something to retrieve her from this hurricane of denial that has grasped her for so long.
The harder I try,
The further her winds thrust me back,
She will ride this tornado of addiction,
And she will ride it straight to her grave.