Analysis of The Burning Exhaust

As I sit back
And think about the past
I can’t help but wonder
What song he heard last

As the smoke filled his car
From the burning exhaust
With hands tightly cuffed
No matter the cost

A happy man
He was before
Now he wants to live
No more

His eyes turn pale
With each inhale
He tosses and turns
With lungs that burns

He tries to escape
But he sealed his fate
He’s already too late

He struggles to breath
As his soul starts to leave
His wrist starts to bleed
Have mercy he pleads

Completing his deeds
As the smoke
Continually feeds

He deleted his past
In one single blast
This one will surely last

With questions no one
Wants to ask
The time has come at last

Loved ones putting on a mask
To deal with this hurting task

His sadness is poetic
His smile so synthetic
It must have been genetic

No longer could he feel
Impossible to heal
He had his last and final meal

Loved ones start to cry
Why did he have to die?
Questions start to fly
As he quickly starts to dry

living a life as one big lie
The time has come to say goodbye

RIP
In loving memory
For my Uncle Philip