what makes a man lose the will to live, vacant thoughts batter around his aching skull, his drives gone and dying to a stopping shudder, so much pain endured the last crawl is his final edit,
he casts off his worries when he sees the exit, walk a mile or two in his shoes if you've the stomach to dare, his heart has deflated and his mind desecrated, he feels it would be best if he wasn't here,