A grey vapour seeps in and out of every corner
A vapid half-death without a single mourner
Half a man with half a mind stands half-formed at the door
Half a man with half a story barks at the floor
He curses the nurses
A naive pretence of a familiar spark
Eyes flash for a dead second and then go dark
Half a stranger with half a mind to leave pretty soon
Smiles half a smile for half a moment under a grey half-moon
He curses the nurses
Half mad
Away he ran
Escaped
From half a man