As I watch her, day to day
Right before my eyes, she's falling to decay
If somebody doesn't help her, she'll fall through
But my hands are tied, there's nothing I can do
With my mind she plays
Black Monday
Her skin becomes more pale, her clothes more dark
With threads fraying and seams bursting; she's falling apart
But on she goes, she doesn't seem to care
She seems to be living her life on a dare
My love for her keeps me at bay
Black Monday
One day it will happen, and she won't resist
Then, sadly, she'll just cease to exist
Maybe then, she'll finally find
Where to leave her pain behind
Until then-
I'll wait in torturous delay
For that dreaded day
Black Monday
Author notes
The first of the black monday series dedicated to Alyshia Davis. enjoy.
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