Booming cough
Lazy eye
Little twitch
Don't know why
Dressed in black
Stands up tall
Now he stands
Against the wall

And yet hopeful
No reason
Sporadic bursts
Of vitriol
A little touch of poison
In my words
And a little
Bit of heaven
In my hell.

I have no hell, I am a privileged man
But sometimes I feel like I might die.