lost in the darkness.

my mother

my mother she was,
close we were,
what was the cause,
well it started with a slur,

every night was worse,
she turned to alcohol,
and like some sort of curse,
back she would always fall,

until it was so bad,
she wasn't my mother,
she was always mad,
she was like no other,

then came one night,
i gave her a choice,
she started a fight,
small was my voice,

the alcohol or your daughter?,
without hesitation she chose,
our relationship to the slaughter,
all that was left was the shadows,

alcohol her first priority,
her family a distant thought,
after all she had the authority,
more alcohol she bought,

kicked from my home,
my mother no more,
alcoholic was her syndrome,
now in my own war,

but don't have fears,
no ones ever alone,
my sister to wipe my tears,
and give me a place of my own.