There He Sat

There he sat upon that window watching his world pass by tears. Fits of silence broken by the brisk air of frozen fears. No he sat atop the roof his bottle of peace clenched so tightly. His fears would soon depart to show his smile shining brightly. His mother was too kind He'd say, to me, some time ago. His father, far too proud of great deeds he'd never show. Oh, his sighs led to chokes and the choking helped forget. He choked upon his life through his past and feint regret. No his life, it never was for it was wasted by his liquor. Even, god could not save him he knew a way which was quite quicker. Yes he knew a shorter way than to sit and wait in pain He'd said, "I'll never pray to god, for it shall always end in vain."