That’s when he use his head as a hammer
To hit the wall suffocating him
Hoping to paint the wall red
And run out of internal lorries
Consuming spirits blowing blues away
Like dandelions dispersing
Steel cold days of storms

Exhausting nicotine cylinders
Box after box
Pernicious gasses clogging lungs
Letting them excite him with levity

Weed, pills, needles, coke and ice
Sucking his way to hell’s mouth
‘Farewell!’ he exclaimed lunatically insane
To the evil malicious world
Of direly wicked people

Do we want more people to suffer like ‘he’ did?