Left out your final days in moonlit alleys
  Paranoid cries to dark reflections
Children did not sing your songs of treasons
Savor you psalms of freedom
This world will never know love, loss and beauty
Look at your life through heaven's eyes
Hear odes of obscenities
Or elegy of empathy
Passed away as a madman lost to the void
Screaming at shadows
Crying hard rains
Drowning at the tail end of a bottle
Burning poems for warmth
Stars the only witnesses these last words
Poetry is a rotten business