he watched his life burn away with the wisps of smoke,
his heart ravaged,
ending all sane comprehension,
the only love of his life taken by drugs he paid for,
he the paid money,
like a contract with satan,
he paid with his soul also,
the money was to go to the down payments,
leaving the good in his body to burn out,
burnt out...
the fires of love burnt out,
the possesions set aflame burnt out,
let in a wake of distruction,
the lies revealed themselves,
with a killing blow of guilt,
he picked up a piece of shattered glass,
a bloody reflection,
dead...
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