MY MOTHER

Faded Addiction
I watch my Mother slowly fade day by day.
She grows weaker
I really needed her in my life 
She's been killing her self for the love of the rock, 
she can't stop or is it that she just won't stop? 
She sleeps all day and roams all night 
and she always wants to fight. 
I sit and wonder how she fell in love with drugs 
it bugs me to see her dying before my face, 
I get an ill feeling. 
But yet and still I'm willing 
to keep going on as if nothing is wrong, 
but it's tearing me apart 
I don't think she has a heart 
and if she does it's black as night 
and cold as ice, she could make someone a good wife. 
So I keep my eyes open and my black dress clean,
because death is here just not seen