Tina

Cold is the dark basement floor
through dark shades she stares out
her thin sillouette casts a shadow on the door
her only release is to scream and shout

smoke fills the air all around
entrapped in a chamber of glass
her only friend lies nearby on the ground
dependable as a rock, his time too will pass

as she touches him with her fingers
the lighter flame in the draft flickers fast
an acrid smell in the air lingers
as Tina remembers the good times past

"you have been by my side since the past"
Tina yells to her friend now close
"I hope our friendship through time will last"
"come now and support me with one last dose"