Stained pieces of glass:
Red;
Remnants of the shattered past,
Lay scattered in my tainted memory.
Blood trickles out of torn veins,
As the pain hazes out
In doses of morphine
Soon, they wouldn't suffice.
The stench of old scum
Undulating heaps,
Never disintegrated in time.
They now choke the lungs.
Vision blurs in clouds of smoke;
My soul burning,
With all that remains:
As my human self succumbs.
