July 3rd, 2012 at 3:57PM

Today i saw two dozen white roses on a fresh new mound of dirt

I wondered about the occupant.

when the darkness finally swallowed him
was he calm and content?

or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing..

ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed.

crying out loud for someone to help him.

and collapsing on his back all pale and dead.

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