his spine went numb,
the "in" vices were collaborating.
The drive within this man had already fallen to ashes,
the flame within his heart was squandered back in '87.
His life meant nothing now,
only a bleak, pale light
left within its spectrum.
The eyes' inability to capture what is lost from insufficient brilliance
is abhorrent.
His life's precedent
was always presented
as a confirmation to despondency.
This was to be the outcome.
The perversion of his whole situation rotted the stomach.
Propriety no longer applied.
Inebriation was his daily goal,
and he chased a high like a kite
floating across Apollo's sky.
His life was in ruin,
or so he would say,
but his friends knew better than to believe him.
Because deep within a character of shortcoming,
was a heart of gold,
and a determination of iron.
Though they wanted to think he was floating on air,
soon discovered was fire.
But from the ashes of fire grows life,
just ask Chicago.
However, he did not survive his faults,
he gave into his sin.
His selfishness consumed his heart and
flooded his soul, not to mention his lungs.
They say drowning is the most peaceful way to go.
As if gasping desperately for air,
while your throat is washed with salt
as you cough violently and asphyxiate,
could be more peaceful than living under fault.
So death took over
and extinguished his life.
His heart just didn't burn strong enough,
and he has only himself to blame.
His tombstone boasted of fame.
and he chased a high like a kite
floating across Apollo's sky.
His life was in ruin,
or so he would say,
but his friends knew better than to believe him.
Because deep within a character of shortcoming,
was a heart of gold,
and a determination of iron.
Though they wanted to think he was floating on air,
soon discovered was fire.
But from the ashes of fire grows life,
just ask Chicago.
However, he did not survive his faults,
he gave into his sin.
His selfishness consumed his heart and
flooded his soul, not to mention his lungs.
They say drowning is the most peaceful way to go.
As if gasping desperately for air,
while your throat is washed with salt
as you cough violently and asphyxiate,
could be more peaceful than living under fault.
So death took over
and extinguished his life.
His heart just didn't burn strong enough,
and he has only himself to blame.
His tombstone boasted of fame.
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