Eating Moth Balls

With update shift in emails

At the pace of glistening snails

Some work takes place

In salt lamp room case

The pointers are put into system

All done and created for sake not to miss them

The puff of smoke raising upwards

Ashtray oozing with lards

The plants were watered just yesterday

Clothing still soaking in bath

Work takes daily far away

To the pit of sleepless wrath

The body already rotting

As the roommate cat seems to be plotting

One way ticket out of this hole

His hair grown long, eyes are damaged

Each day can't flow for it's challenged

He's eating moth balls like insect

That cares to exist in the sect

The dark path that holds one at leash

Afraid what could words come, unleash

He no longer cares for himself

His soul soon be rested on shelf