.....and then.....
the blade plunged deeply,
and darkness descended
upon his solitary life.
Once a glowing amber,
now only a chard dead waste,
dead waste,
just dead waste!

Ghosts and goblens twisting
effortlessly in the chilled air,
carrying torment to the junky
with demon powder.
Yesterday's blue skies melted,
and congealed to sorrowful greys.

Once a professional day dreamer
who fell in love
with the sweet scent of fur trees,
and rotting leafs.
His teary eyes stained in pain,
strangers pretend with false smiles,
and walk in quick pace.
The falling dust blankets
his remains and sour musk.