Drab black curtains hung 'round
Depthless windows peering in to
An empty soul.
Too pale skin is the background
For sunken eyes and light pink lips
That sit smile-less.
She is frail and disappointing
But more beautiful than "healthy"
Ever could be.
She is sick and frightening,
But she keeps me company
On long nights.
Danger and enticement lurk
Just beyond the dull black curtains,
I'm in deep.
Day by day she fakes away
Taking with her my furture.
Am I done?