As I walk through the valley of death,

I see old members of my life.

Their smiles turned into frowns,

From last time I met them.

I sniffle at the bagged salt,

And inhale the steam from grass.

I am the one who spends all to see all.

I am the one who kills all to know nothing.

I have ended links like a broken chain.

I have started flops like an untested experiment.

Days grow shorter,

While my habits get longer.

My skin has sunk into a dry mask,

With an angel's face wearing it.

My heart of gold has been turned to mere coal.

My friends were friends,

Not my business.

Was a flower,

Now a weed.