Scratch the carbon copy dust off your eyeballs.

See the burning colors-
your world is decaying and your time is short.

**** the meaningless euphoria-
your breath is running out,
but you can still make that masterpiece.

You live your days in a haze while your body rots.
The food stuck in your broken teeth-
a constant reminder of your mortality.

You wake up tired and in pain,
gasping for smoke,
the binge,
the escape,
to speed up the inevitable corruption lurking daily around your cage like a sickness.

Buy some time.
Dig deep.
Be your own good parent.
The view must be appreciated.

Everyone is dying.
Everything is changing.
Make it beautiful.
See the beautiful.
Lift the load.
Give release.
Share joy.

Whisper love to passing mist.

The night is approaching when it will all be quiet.
Let death be your blazing sunset
to be admired
and then forgotten.