In and out of a bewildered dementia
They're afraid for him
The thought is not unnoticed
Instead, pushed back into a mess of sub conscious booby-traps
A purchased destiny at the " Five & Dime "
A hate felt with in his soul
A looming empty box for trinkets
Now full with nothing but self pity and grief
Throbbing temples
Technicolor whirls of disorientation and artificial joy
A designated note to " Boodah "
A final decision stemmed from uncontrolled contemplation
A mind destroyed by a double barreled wonder
The room wallpapered with soft red undertones
Three days of unknown misfortune
A semi-god is lost to all
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