At the time of night, when he goes to bed.
Walls of his pupil feel something wet.
His throat doesn’t stay normal, it turns a bit heavy.
His heartbeats ain’t rhythmic, they turn slightly wavy.
In the light of darkness, he does moan.
But he lives to be ALONE.
At this hour, he realises his sins.
Also he found that he had fake kins.
The pals he had lost, appear before his eyes.
Everyone dies once, but he daily dies.