I can see her trying to run

Her eyes show fear

Her hands don't stop shaking

Her knuckles are always white

It seems as though she never lets go

Over time...

She becomes less happy

With her life,

With herself

The darkness inside her

Is fighting the only light left

Soon enough,

I become the only bright and shining thing in her life

I become the only thing fighting the darkness

Until it consumes her

Completely