Confused

In the internal battle between reality and mirage reality had won, beaten him down Leaving remnants of life's mockery scattered by his self-delusion His last words to me were " No reason to live anymore" It must have been a long lonely walk through the dark canyon of derelict buildings on that cold rainy night where mud dripped from his shoes like hot wax rolling down a candle His mind must have crawled into his heart like swollen maggots feasting on the dead flesh of his disenchantment as he searched for the perfect place He chose an abandoned hotel now cluttered with lost souls seeking comfort from their own afflictions coming and going like an ant trail to a garbage can there they lay on yesterday's cardboard in the darker corners of the hallways scattered with cigarette butts and the smell of human dung It was the fourth floor where he found what he needed free of addicts and whores a place for his own assimilation with death It was three days before he was found the rope still etched into his neck no note was found only a scene of internal conflict played out in an empty cold room 9/11/20 contest The Fourth Floor to Nowhere