A Path To Destruction Or a Wife Fights Back

A winning smile, a tender kiss so often it's disquised like this, a gentle touch, a warm embrace but something still seems out of place Excuses made, promises broken tangled lies are all that's spoken pipes and needles, up all night leading to another fight No punches thrown, no slapped faces just sinking down to deeper places a safer place so deep inside from the madness run and hide No place exsists it cannot find burried deep within the mind low self-esteem, shattered dreams reinforced by lies, decietful schemes To watch it drain a life away to know it will again betry torn by love so deep and true at a loss for what to do It warps the mind, steals a life leaving chaos, disaster, a wife crying as the pain increases trying in vain to salvage the pieces Will meth's destructive course once made, stay the course that it has laid? Or can a wife with love's pure might defeat the foe and win the fight?