Clocks Have Stopped, Lack Of Visitors Unvaired
No Children To Watch, Lived Life Unmarried
Life Ticking, Lay By The Window, Hear Bitter Wind Blow
Just Thinking, About All That Will Happen When You Go
The Room Is Bland, No Pictures Of Family To Look Upon
Nothing But His Shaking Hands, And A TV Never Turned On
Body Long Since Gone, No Will Left To Stay Alive
The Only Love Was His Mom, Fourty Years Ago Died
Lonely And Bitter, Always Stayed In Lives Sake
He Thinks Life Is Much Better, But Then His Sleep Wakes
One Big Mistake, All That The Being Of This Man
Never Be Great, But The Consistent Twitching Of His Hand
The Flourescent Light Burns, A Montionless Stranger
Dreaming Of The Love And Yearn, The Gone Life Of Granduer
Three Visitors A Day, Breakfast, Dinner And Lunch
He Liked It That Way, Never Really Talked Much
In Younger Years Was So Glad, Now Its Left In Wreck
A Pimp, A Ladys Man, For Girls Never Had Respect
So None Ever Were Drawn To Him, Never Found A Mate
Just Found Jack Daniels As A Friend, His Only Escape
Lacking Everything He Love, No One Was Intimate
Except For Sex Under The Drugs, Kids Were Illegitimate
Mother And Father Loved So Much, He Retreated Into His Room
Didnt Appreciate Their Touch, Or His Mind That Was In Bloom
Nothing Left To Live, Nothing Was There To Miss
So He Popped In The Thirty Pills, Slid Into The Abiss

I realize i posted 2 open mics in one day, but please keep it open, i shook off my writers block and am wirting all i can..this piece took me 20 minutes, im in computer class learning about 'do loops'