She plagues my mind in my dream,
unearthing waves full of emotions,
when my dreams are merely ponds,
Where did you come from?

It's funny how we met,
on a bus actually,
but we reunited six long years later
from pure luck, and yes,
luck means that it was a good thing.

and that small memory of her,
was fading until that dream,
any residual feelings multiplied,
like cancerous cells except greater,
yet I want it.

In my dreams we met,
and did frivolous things,
she wouldn't stop consuming,
that evil potion most of us know as liquor
she poured into my cup and yours,
hindered my ability from seeing it coming.

moments of confusion made the night,
add the crazy underground society she joined,
made my blood run cold,
a world of crime and murder, but you were protected,
magically by that religion.

I enlightened her with my life,
my emotions, my thoughts, my experiences,
and who knew that it would influence her,
to such an extremity, as to take her own life,
while I wasn't there.

The god she worshiped protected her,
from the hands of others,
but not from the hands of her own,
the day she committed suicide,
was the same day she committed genocide.