I'm Sure Of One Thing

I'm sure of one thing…
she boils if confronted
defensive of her ways.

Justifies the trash bin
cradles her enabler in her arms.
When?...
When do the vices alter,
When do they bring her warmth?
Wee one full of innocence,
Only wants her mom.

How does flesh and blood rein lighter
then swaying back and forth…?
How does she walk away from roses
To lay upon the thorns?

I'm sure of one thing….
She's nothing that she could have been
But merely ghost and bones.

They say the devil's evil…
That needles, but a tool.
I saw the devil in you today…
The space in your stare
You became a hast been…
Something that used to be…
Daughter wishes you'd hold her like your vices
Doesn't understand who you've become.

I'm sure of one thing….
If the needle threads that only rip and fray
have thrown roses to the bin.
Than simply you are lost as well...
A life thrown to the bay.