Nudiustertian for Life.

He did not want this for himself, no;
Not this unexpected and broken dream,
The roses that bloomed in his backyard,
The things he experienced made him scream.

No, he could not escape, not that path,
Walked a million times before tonight,
And every passerby just doesn't care,
Well just because his companion is moonlight.

That rock is bright tonight, very blue,
Almost a shade of cobalt outspread,
And even though only he can see it,
It would always be enlightened red.