Withering

He's on his chair, eyes on the screen. He laughs at the damage, goes quiet, drinks more, and I watch from the door. I try to say "stay," I try to say "please", He says "I'm fine," then drains it down slow. I can only watch. I can only watch. I can love him so much while he sinks so far. I can only watch. Still I call him back Watching through the cracks. There's a better shape waiting in his hands, but better asks for pain, and pain asks for change, and change feels like hell so he tips back another to drown out the noise. I know what he hides behind that grin, A fist turned inward again and again. But the door stays shut with his own two hands. I can only watch. I can only watch. I can love him so much while he sinks so far. I can only watch. Still I call him back As it all fades to black. If he ever listens. If he ever sees, there's a life still in him that hasn't stopped breathing. A man who could live instead of watching it all fall. I can only watch. I can only watch. But I won't stop loving what he buried in the heart. I can only watch. Still I call him back. Still calling. Calling. I can only watch you... ...Wither.