The sweaty-toothed mad man
he dwells within
desperately scribbling
etching, scratching
meaningless words
everlasting sentiments
expressions of the life he once had
The life he grasped and sucked
like the ripe fresh juices
of a newly peeled pamagranite
Soon life runs sour
like the bitter juices
of a week old lemon
He seized the day
and lived until the day
When it seized him