Usher, an acquaintance of mine,
Replied to stuff via, " I guess I'm fine"

Though one midnight feisty than wine,
Made him utter till morning past 9.

Went he back and forth with his senses on a twirl,
How could I not have speculated the trauma was some "girl"

Sprung he back in chair murmuring a name unclear, the steel-rimmed glass was somehow filled with no water but tear.

Offered him champagne to comfort him as he rot, the low-pitched voice made a denial, " I get ecstatic on my thoughts"

Said out loud preventing the cry, " I guess I'm fine......was certainly a lie, ergo I weep for her with some other guy, and all I'm left with is a piercing goodbye"

Love, my friend is a friendly ghost but why at most, afraid of its host?
The host at most is a tormenting bell, reverberating the swell of pretentious hell!

The 9th hour came to an end with Usher falling asleep, and while I reckoned his intensity so deep, the text on his phone still said "CREEP"

Sadly Usher, an acquaintance of mine,
This morning, spoke his last line.....