He was still alive but I saw the death in his eyes lowering days are ousting this void it's eating all it's far too late days pass by like they would need to escape
before a storm becomes an arrow we will leed ourselves cold and narrow a flow of water that never ends can't be stopped by using hands
a similar frailty of value to cope lost and alone in a debt that was bought a desperate attempt with the last hand afloat a weak willed tongue against a closemouthed throat.