The earth stills as he holds in a breath,
only moving as he exhales.
Alcohol, Marijuana, Speed, ****,
it all consumed his life.
it made him, him

But as he stood in the middle of a street in NYC,
he didn't care.
Losing his family to a hit and run,
he wanted to die the same way they did.
Quick, with no pain,
*and the thoughts of getting ice-cream.