Dissipation

Another mopey poem.

A sickly disease will take her from me
There is no way to prevent the inevitable
This inevitable death,
This glorious escape.

Weak and frail so watered down from what she was.

The barraging ocean was too much,
Watch her fail.
Sadness hidden within her eyes,
Happiness dissipates.

She is only a shadow of what she once was.
Hidden within the bottle,
Hidden within herself
Hidden within years of lies.

Happiness dissipates.
The shadow is fading
Into the darkness