She's Scared To Death

she's scared to death that a night of fun will turn into her worse nightmare. she doesn’t want his life to end. what he is doing is just a senseless trend. the bottle must be surgically removed from his hand.
this worthless habit he has developed, she can’t stand. he has his whole life ahead of him and so much more. the life he is living is too hard core. he must slow down and watch the steps he makes.
without the bottle, his hands nervously shakes. he has built up a tolerance that is hard to break down. his sorrows he tries to drown. she is scared to death that her night of fun will into her worse nightmare.
how does she arise this subject to him. she doesn’t want to seem too pushy and scare him away. she doesn’t just want to turn and walk away. there would be too many things left to say.
he is slowly letting his body deteriorate.
she watches as if she is a witness to a suicide. nothing left for her to do.
she begs on her knees for him to stop. tears down her face her hands around his ankles.
she pleads with him to just give it up but it's too late.
His destiny has been set and so has his fate. he looks at her with tear-filled eyes. it was as if he was standing in a crowed room and was screaming at the stop of his lungs.
she's scared to death that a night of fun will turn into her worse nightmare.
her nightmare is now reality. standing over a body bag trying to identify his face.
shrieks sound throughout the room as she knows who this is.
her heart breaks and reality hits her strong when she grabs a seat.
her life is over just and much as his when they drape over that white sheet.