His last words

Black was the night in the dismantled shambles.

Untangled by fear she creeps oh so near.

Towards the darkness into the atmosphere.

What was she doing here,

if she wasn't in fear.

How could she be so free from all the esprit

It interest me so I followed her.

She took me through some debris.

Something that looked like a old cemetery.

As her hands dug into the dirt

I could see something perk.

A gravestone I could see.

As she dusted off the dust.

I read what was left...

Here lies a man at the end of his rope on his deathbed he wrote.

"I made some good deals and I made some bad ones, I really went into the hole with this one."