He lies on the floor.

Hand in hand with sleep.

On the edge of a bottomless abyss.

Close to death,

But not ready to give up.

Losing the battle,

But is still fighting.

His face is no longer calm.

It's covered in scars.

Eyes flicker around the romm in confusion.

Hands groping for a hold on reality.

Confusing truth with lies.

The sun streaming in through the blinds.

Only taking a moment to fall on his scarred arms.

Sunlight's fading fast.

For both world and man.

Closing his eyes,

He gives into his destiny.

And lets death overcome him.

As he wonders if anybody would care.

But knowing no one would even notice.