DEAD!!

He stood there with the rope around his neck, he was dead inside.

He knew the moment he started dying.

It was when he first shot up with her.

He said he wouldn't get hooked but he knew in the back of his mind he would.

He was dead completely dead when the girl from the club asked him to light her candle.

Her fingernails were blue just like his ex-lover.

Sometimes though his ex would have yellow fingernails or even red.

Red, like her hair, her lips and the blood pouring out of her wrist.

That day he found her was when he truly died.

Just like her and last month the dancer with the brown eyes, his new lover dead.

As soon as he stepped off the chair he would be dead like them from the inside out.