When In Death

Requiem lost within the ever after frown, and it's down; glorious fluff a flutter and a raining, to the dust, my lungs farewell. For cancer, nay a zodiac's best friend and it's cursed horoscope, to end- public breathing projects, public drinking projects and the life's essentials long forgot; ...I cast my luck with fate's dump truck. The song of wheezing, puff and in; the sound that something's wrong within, the shallow mile we've walked so far, was all that worth it for a car? Dust arraigned and dust opaque, flying nearsight near my face , wafting to and fro with breeze, my lungs shrivel and cough and wheeze. Then the glowing dust in cell, permeates my inner self, and I idle gawk about, at scenery ado without; thus terror, thus plague, yet all is so opaque; ...so opaque is the frown, the world now wears it as a crown; ...eternity seems so royal, when in death.