There I stood unaware and cold,
You stood French polish poised,
And under gaze of all,
With no shame from me,
They all witnessed my public shaming,
As with one deft swing of pen,
Ink is inlaid with hints of claret,
My beating heart ripped from within and pulsing red in involition,
For worth and value of monetary kinds
But upon sinew and cartilage I stumble on,
Heartless with no remorse for what lie’s behind,
Other extremities pickled as the dealer deals,
Once more a loosing hand,
My blood runs cold as conception hits my dulling mind,
Leaving this shell propelled on perpetual lines,
With your voice echoed through my bloodied mind,
Oblivions path weaves out before my step,
A hint of neon leads my way,
Excitement in every slab,
Hell as two cans remain,
This evisceration of my being continues with every second passed,
Tingeing my worlds view in grey,
As frost burgeons forth from my deadening glare,
Seeping in to worlds surrounding my own,
I walk on hollowed from past life’s lessons,
And here I come to rest from life’s living,
On dampened mossed stone,
Looking through highlights and lowlights,
In search of meaning to the next life,
And gasp my last alone.