Dead Writer

A companied by her mate tall and strong    
There’s No documents I'll see her fall    
A License for love is for sure in need
Your own selfishness to create a seed    
It was a privilege to you    
You made her yours    
Depending on her to heel your soars    
Committing Adultery without no laws    
Wreck less driver out of control    
Alcohol addiction hard and cold    
At fault my friend a death to her seed    
Sit back son and watch her bleed    
Now abandon her leave her alone    
No fines, no penalties just her home    
Repeating her faults again and again    
Dangerously awaiting  to run to Sin    
Asking for protection so she can try again    
She cries, she dies, an ink less pen.