Beyond the out stretched reaches of a madman was a lonely woman. With bated breathe standing on the edge of death. While casting the grip of life never knowing what wonders prevails. Just as he draws a line between heaven and hell. Realising even in the afterlife you still get punished for your unspeakerable crimes. As he played the hearts of arbitrary. All dressed in black resonating without there loved ones. You could still see the love in there eyes Just as there tears run dry. With ripples of dainty sins grappled vanity on a promiscuous face. In the sense of alleviation depriving her of his mainly attentions. Based on chance there lied no prosperity in his empty heart. Sumptuously marked by assent in solitude in a silent fortitude. Trying to hide there emotions with joy. Amphorae filled glasses in relief as there heavy feet stopped them slumping on the carpet floor. Sentry pub lights blazed in a crowd as the room spinned round and round in the wake of dead man.