Calling Voicemail

The love that I felt as she went down, down deep in my soul lying with her top side on the sheets for a low she sucked me dry mentally she the biggest leech that I know she saw that I was empty inside but got depression on mind that got me half stepping and misplacing my time she took her hand and she placed it on mine rolled over on top of a cold body that's mine and stared deep in them eyes built up tears that she wept became mine closed her eyes and opened up one more time we had nothing say cause it was her and herself all that sadness she felt a dead friend and a call which translated 9-1-1 a call for some help.... to be continued