One Mans Perfect End

Life ran rampant Destroyed a mans will Left him destitute and broken Completely unable to feel Life took away his smile His face cold as stone The light left his eyes Once loved, now alone Life passed on by him Worldly pleasures he knew not Plagued by pain and tragic luck From loving man, to cold robot Life meant very little For this man, death softly called He heard the call, and he followed It was the most beautiful thing he ever saw