The moon has waned
The worries are mounting.
The room is cleaner
but thoughts are clogged
I see a window from which
dark clouds are looming
the music delves into a dirge
and slowly fades with a buzz
I sink deeper into oblivion
a mirade of scene flashes
the luminance is blinding
stretching into eternity.
shutting out the world
riding on the waves of pleasure
then eternity knocks on ma cell
boasting that itz captured another Valiant
I playback the scenes in time
speechless sobs swallow the words
I bow ma head in reference
and mutter a prayer for your kids
that needs may show them meat
and why's will feed them life
may your soul rest in perfect peace
uncle Victor
maybe not, he is resting in glory
