Death-Like Love

Death-Like Love

(Male POV)

I lived by the standard of collect and collect

Why so serious? No one can force me to select

alcohol then girls is the only routine I had

my way of living was something we can say so bad

After I got a hangover, I woke up with a knock

I stood up and got irritated, only to my shock

A smiling old man, with a Bible, spoke to me

Gave me a perspective, that I did not see

In the real sense, I got sober and woke up

I began to understand what I needed to stop

I met a friend to help me in this course of changing

I never thought he has a name I will start using

(Female POV)

Nocturnal being, at clubs I was always present

Lifestyle was way below being decent

Praying for love, and payed for naivety

was heading to the grave, can someone save me?

I came home to finally rest my tired body

so next night, I will be fresh again and ready

noticed there's someone at my door waiting

I had guess, not familiar, she's just there standing

Did not recall the conversation, but she left a card

Why would a question hit me that very hard?

Will the suffering end? Is that really true?

What is the cost so it happens? What should I do?