My rib cage bruised over time,
It cannot endure any longer.
One bone after another,
Breaking-
Rougher and rougher.
Enormous feet,
Stomping my heart,
A giant tearing it apart.
Lungs such as mine,
The Reaper finds them
Divine.
Breakfast of charcoal,
Supper of cigars,
My veins-
Dipped in the blackest of tars.
Lonely,
I seem to be,
But unlike most of you,
At least,
I am free.