When Andrew Walks In

Still the room

at the cost of the unarrived.

As breath appears, the world stops

followed by drained will—

pale pigments of fatality among the living. 

Is the timeless agony of endless 

torture worth inquiries of groovy material?

Perhaps not. 

Vile flashbacks of hurt corrode the mind,

insufferable babble pouring out from his smug mug.

The undesired mutters wheeze unwanted.