It was day after day, When he found a tiny way.. Every night after night, With a life full of light.. Living dreams after dreams, Holding breaths full of screams.. As he breathe every breath, He stepped closer to his death.. Longer sleeps in his bed, Tired eyes, glittering red.. Thin skin, bony bed Shorter days, full of med.. It was days after days, That he found no lively ways.. It was breath after breath, That he screamed himself to death..