The buzz of the TV
Echoes off the drywall.
He lands on the floor like a stone.
Alone, he is left to crawl.

Skin becomes an ashtray,
A gray and ancient fossil.
Lifetimes are spent in bed.
Dead flies on the window seal.

Dreams are created
On ***** soaked mattresses.
He manages a single tear
With fear it will be his last.

Cast away from the herd,
Sheltered by the thickening trees,
His damaged soul must endure
A ***** among amputees.