One last cigarette then that would most certainly have to be it
His time on this earth it had come around all too enticingly before getting haphazardly sounded out
Shone supremely bright right from the onset, right from the beginning – wholeheartedly strong, forever and a day willing, always entirely on song
But now he needed to give it all up, drop the pretense… bid farewell, say goodbye
Stitched up to the very last with no real place to go, a once oh so ordinary joe with a life less ordinary owed to an extraordinarily unhealthy demise
Once so spritely, now nothing but… just a poxy version of himself, a ghost with no such face
So very telling because of all the silent screams, boisterous yet rebounded yelling time agwin
Frighteningly so

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