7 February 2013
His shoulders, heavy. His hands, numb. His words, unspoken. His expression, glum.
His life, lifeless. His visions, blurred. His thoughts, empty. His speech, slurred.
His bottle, full. His emotions, empty. His eyes, dull. His sadness, plenty.
His family, gone. His friends, none. His job, done. His life, unstrung.
~Larko
The Man Who Lost It All • Opuss № I