The death of the cacophony
drained all of the noise from the room.
He was dying on the floor;
it was sudden, and surprisingly
no one lifted a finger to help;
they just watched,
and listened to the rattle of his
last breath.
Momentary madness was the excuse;
enthralled by substances.
[22:19|12.9.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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