How Can She Keep Her Composure?

the constant agitator of corruption
nags and pulls
constantly at her shoulder.

turn to the liquor.
drink,
drunk,
corrupt.

sleep it off.
                   Dream it off.



the devil
runs after her,
kills her family,
murders the world.

                               All is Dark.

she keeps running,
for what seems like forever,
into the blank void.

those devilish goons,
with their swords
and skeletal bodies
chase,
scream,
overpower.


she is the only one left.
running,
running,
running.


             
            GASP !




composure is lost.
awake.
water.


the devil is on her shoulder.

hair is wet,
neck cold.


the monster has taken over.