He lay on the bed abandoned, weak, feeble and desolate.

Not a vision of the future.

Memories of his past, to return to them he craves,

lost in the moment of glory, passion and fame.

Injected with lust; ended in igoning and disgrace.

As he walks through the lane which takes him there,

All faces turn away and some have bizarre look on their face.

He was once accompanied with unnecessary fame.

He feels a warm touch; he turns and sees a sparkling face.

As she speaks with him he knows, she was famished and left alone.

Together they mocked at all that they had lived for and accepted as a rule and they giggled away.

When they finished they knew they needn’t wake up again.



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