his eyes were
heavy,
dull
like a blizzard

in his veins
there were
train wrecks,
wars
and other
atrocities

his veins
were full of
victims,
a caffeinated
nightmare.

the sweat
on his back
glistened
like mosques
in ancient
deserts.

he knew
what to do
but couldn't
do it
couldn't
save it
couldn't
live
couldn't
die.