Syphon. Poem by Nomad Goggs

I healed her soul by giving up mine,
Vampiress sucking my life blood.
It started as a transfusion, a willing donation,
But ended nearly finishing me off.

Impossible to lay blame, I started the syphon,
Vacuum consuming my life.
I waited too long, had no strength left,
To pull out the pipe and stop the flow.

Now I rejoice still being myself,
Stronger, broader, fresh with the change.
It was touch and go, but also inevitable,
Choices and changes leading me here.

Boozy, bleary, numb and hollow was me,
Symbiote turned parasite was she.
Left me with nothing but my morals intact,
But when naked, what else is there?

Visibly scarred, inernally scared,
Finished with more character.
My insight remains,
Longer than fears.