Aphotic

That evening 

Coma-like sleep 

Hurried steps 

The sound of the door 

Lamps shone palely 

But 

It was dark 

Now beginning to  

learn the value 

One, painfully stretched scar 

Injured in the events of that morning 

And dragged along lifelessly. 

Realized what it actually was 

He was even hungrier 

Covering his eyes with it 

The pain 

Working together as a snuffling whole 

And crawled back to the center or the room 

The gas had been lit 

Out in loud voices 

Was now not a sound to be heard. 

Gazing 

Into the darkness 

A Life Like That.