You left life on the side in the cud,
saw the fall but eyes stayed fixed in front,
let it lie and wallow in mud.
Built a house on the sludge and set up shop.
Let himself forget in dreamless sleep

Carried on breathing,
just to warm his hands.
Eyes stayed fixed in front,
swivelled for a second,
but didn’t recognise behind.
Slowly suffocated on the space.

To live and breath in sleep was the dream.
Eyes stayed fixed in front.
Each night clinging to images and dreams,
unpleasant scenes,
only reminiscent of a reality,
propped up with rotten beams.