The Hellish Moon

Marco floundered with breath

But couldn't escape the threat

As he tugged his visor

He thought he should have been wiser. 

It was surely a bone rattling event

Even though the visor was free of a vent

As Death knocked at his door

He prayed to him from his core.

That day will never come

When he can bring home his income

Because he was near his death

As he was out of breath

He dug his hands in his pockets

With his last sigh of regrets
Bringing out a family picture
He thought how his life span was miniature.

Nothing could save him in this endless desert
Where you would die to have a desert
With a cherry on top
With no suffering on top

But he realized it was all a dream
Of wanting a bread with cream
Oxygen became more scarce now
With no King to whom he would bow
To ask for mercy, as his life almost vanished.

He gasped at nothingness
His eyes wore wideness 
Veins puffed up
As his death rose up

It all ended in a flash. As he dropped down DEAD.