Fade Out

Waning moon, another turn of the screw
And it feels like there is nothing else
He can do. Watching the clock,
Washing his hands, so little point now
In believing in plans.
While the hunger is there, he has no appetite
Nor clue how to start
Putting things right. Ashamed of his cowardice,
Back to the wall. No room left now to even stumble
And fall.
Strike up the wheel, cigarette to the flame,
One last smoke with the he that cannot be again.
And she smiles in his heart, which eases his doubt,
Just a dead man walking, Life Faded Out.