Demise

He retrieved and shivered within,

he decrypted the fantasies of thoughts;

thoughts coated with harsh pains.

He gave up and was roasted,

he craved for his lost identity;

identity embedded with dark rashes.

He remained standing there quiet,

he stared hard through his pale eyes;

eyes that forgot the rage to blink.

He clinched his teeth,

he gripped his ill-fed skeletal fist,

fist stained with cold withered blood.

He kissed his shadowy reflection,

he felicitated himself with the suspended rope;

rope of dreadful fate and fright.

He meekly pushed the old cracking stool,

that swiped away the base off his legs;

legs that trembled and paused being lifeless.

His latency expired in silent cries,

for he was nourished wrong by the world;

long before his genuine peaceful demise.