Exposing empty orbs as cold as ice and snow/
The iris closes as the white of the both of his eyes glow/
No emotion shown as he stares towards death/
Muttering a very last verse before his very last breath/
As the depth of his chest caves in-
The body collapses into itself on the wet pavement/
Decomposing; no structure; left wondering where the shape went/
Spent a life time searching for a social placement/
Wisdom is gained through one's own suffering/
Without experience one's own knowledge equals nothing...
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