Partial To The Thought Of Burning Fully Concious

In the beginning she knew,
She felt it in her veins
She had control
Fully.

Never questioned herself,
Or anything else.

Just an escape
Not often at all,
Twice a month,
Once a week,
Whenever he
Forgot to call.

It seemed to seep
Deeper,
It creeped into her blood.
Startled her
She faltered,
Panicked,
And hesitated.

Only for a moment,
Yet the damage was done.
She fell...
Like men before the messiah.

On her knees
For this underminding
Friend.

Fiend.

No longer
In control.

A slave to the unknown.

And nothing knew the torture
Like those hands,
That skin,
The tears.

Wrapped herself around
While trying to unwind
All the damage,
And the pain.

Everyday was harder,
New nothing but release.
She knew
It had to stop.

Destroying herself.

One day the wait ceased.
She had a reason to breathe
And though, he'd been through all...

Thick and thin
Every inch of skin,

She suffocated him.

His spirit lives on
In everyone of them
That still find him


Perfect.