"At least,

I'm off Anti-depressants now,"

She said.

A statement that embodied the feeble tread

Of a vixens empty call to a merciless moon

Wrapped heavy in a dull noxious

gloom

Her words to my ears

they used to be music

Now a shell soaked in tears

and Im left feeling clueless

Head in a noose while her soul

was being stolen, I remembered when this girl used to be golden

Her family, like mine were toxic together we found peace, yeah, then lost it

After regurgitating fragments of a past we could not return to

decided love had left us, senseless, with a sense of what to work to