A Pack of Stoges

As the lights go out and the dark shines bright,

The box of thoughts go out at night.

Demons and angels clash side by side,

Only to show no one abides.

Cigarettes light up, one after another

Only to remember the thoughts of his mother.

As he inhales and exhales, he pictures her face,

Only to think, “I'm a disgrace”.

Her voice, her essence, begins to fade,

Reminiscing about that day.

When he died inside and began to shout,

Oh how his soul withered as Her heart gave out.

Now all that's left is an empty shell;

Right then he realized that this is Hell.