lost.

I can’t sleep;
knowing you’re in his arms,
wrapped in his covers,
trapped in his spell.

Tears run down my cheek;
knowing you're passed out on his floor,
eyes glazed, reaching for the door,
dominated by his charm.

The whisky trickles down my throat;
trying to forget your dreaded fate,
as your mind is dead to the world,
sharing his comatose.