An oily film
Occupied the surface of his morning tea
A habitual occurrence
Shrugged off and blamed on his OCD
The emergence of a new vein line
Redirected to the dumpster
Sympathy denied
A sweet and simple panic spree
Subconscious fear of arbitrary deity
The design to his demise
Rotting insides
Feeble with no receiver
His cigarette burned his hand as he watched the last drop fall
Like the ultimate torture
Continual degradation of his insides
Rotting like the rusty undercarriage of his mothers '87 Lincoln town car
And I watched as the lights of the cars drove by
Fading into darkness I could feel it creep inside
Lingering around in the heavy midnight air
Searching for a victim of arrangement
A severed glare
As they slowly disappeared
Breath grew shorter
As the cleaning crew came to see
How to remove the stain
Left behind by Extractor LLC
A vanishing point
Held in front of the open door
Flooding the den
With the memories of his dying kin
No more solace
No where to go
Drew him a bath
Plugged in his old AM Radio