Bewitching hours in a dark and empty graveyard he was all alone. Really he was just sitting there on a random tombstone. Anything was better than staying in his broken  home. Ever since he left he had been completely on his own. Even though he wasn't quite half grown before he'd ever go back he would rather journey off  into the vast unknown. He knew for his own sins he would one day have to atone. Never brighter had that little light of his shone. It could be seen from the sky above and beyond.

Marijuana perfumes the air as it slow burns giving way to a cloud of smoke, with every deep breath he would take he would ******* choke.  His life was  sick and twisted. It was a ******* joke. Haunted by the demons he did unknowingly provoke just because he ******* misspoke when heroes he would envision monster he did invoke. Smoke a joint Rock a bow, l  postpone the pain, do a huge line of *******, he tried to stop himself from being crazy going sane. His attempt to save himself died in vain

Feeling as if he was being crushed beneath the sense of pending doom. He felt as if he was suffocating in his hotel room. Only slivers
Of tainted moonlight slightly cut through his gloom. Dissolving solvents fume. Desperation hanging thick in the air like a new perfume.  For days his activities he did resume.  He would soon  be animated like ****  cartoon, higher than a **** balloon. Bathed in the simple eclipse of a neon moon, he was stark raving mad laughing like a loon. He addiction was in full bloom.

He just didn't want to feel ****  anymore, no pain and no sorrow. Life on earth he knew time he did barrow. Will he still be living like this for his every tomorrow?  As a rabbit would in the ground he did burrow. His misery was penetrating his soul quite thorough.  He hid himself away in a self made inferno. What he ensures everyday no-one seemed to know. Colder and more corrupt he would grow, his light now barely would even show. He traveled to the darkest places, places even angels wouldn't dare go. Down he was feeling mighty low. Like he had been pulled under when he got caught in the undertow. Suffering he **** sure did undergo

Nowhere to go he was starting to flicker faster and faster he was a burning out flame his world was nothing but chaos and disaster.  Of his ship he  wasn't captain, of his fate he was no master. As failing to find what he constantly sought after. He wanted this to be his last chapter. He was tired of living like he was an actor.  As if he didn't hear in his head scattered laughter. He told himself there was nothing left that would truly matter. Voices in his head chatter. He was going mad like the hadder. Over and over again he did completely shatter. He was nothing more than a soul left in a tatter
The few thoughts he had he attempted to gather, he  had already begun to stagger. Too ****** up to pull off the whole cloak and dagger. Away he his in shadows just as he would rather.

Faded completely to black, he most likely isn't  ever coming back. Him staying in his head had too big of an impact. He was a vessel broken with a shell so cracked. Had against him all the odds really been stacked. No one could say for a fact. Unscathed he didn't make out, **** sure not with integrity intact. From all angles  he felt he was being attached. A **** magnet the calamity he did always attract. He was feeling trapped. He did the best he could  but never could he seem to adept. He was fading.... Just like that.