Smoke cloud
Drunken haze
He sits half dazed,
Drug induced delirium
Has really set in,
A life of half consciouness
Gets him through the day,
This is his life
Now it’s going to waste,
Cigarette burns
The ash falls away,
The red burning ember
Now on display,
But there’s nothing
Burning within him
He’s now just a husk,
His life is now
Turned to dust,
In this tiny room
Of clutter
A hoarders paradise.
You can see emptiness
Within his eyes,
He now has
No tears left to cry,
Heart aches
Then gives out
Under the stress of life,
They’ve all left
His kids and his wife,
Now he has passed over
In to the dark vale,
His body now devoid
Of beating heart,
His lips blue
And his skin is now pale,
Nobody may discover him
For a long time yet,
He passed away
But there was no regret,
Because his mind
Was as empty
The same as his eyes,
I am not sure
If he even knows
At what point he died,
My friends I tell you all
This is no way
To live a life.