The ammunition they fired
Left him weak and tired
Days later his brain expired
Filled with conspiracy
no longer able to see
What we call reality
Stuck fitting the puzzles of life
Choosing pecan cinnamon ones
His demons have won
leaving the man dumb
When life had just begun
Carrying manufactured life moments
Haunted by the past
Wishing that it would be brought back
Shielding himself with a rotting blanket
The stench of unloved