in the dark all alone fingers weak trembling to light a flame so he can smoke lips on paper fire in his face he inhales once more drawing the fire closer paper disappearing muscles relaxing the plant spreads through his body in his lungs hardened from cigarettes through his blood it creeps quietly rapidly with out a peep the room hazy distorted he is relaxed until the drug wears off roll lick light another cycle repeated twice more a sound breaks the silence the door opens in the gap a silohuette short daddy it cries the smoker turns away as the door closes
the next day with pockets empty he weeps a child on his leg no more no more a different life he needs a person he wants girlfriends, pets, kids his wife have all left
in his house alone fingers weak trembling to press the trigger and an angel speaks No No it cant be what could god want with me a loner an addict a failure
his mother speaks floating above him no my son you can be good try let it escape and he tries and fails repeating what he did before gun in hand he cries with his heart his mind his soul his mothers face the last thing he sees despaired, she turns away biting his tongue fire in his face he inhales the lead and an angel cries
its long but please read it and tell me what you think For when the words pile out