Breach of Death

He sat there deep in a gaze,
Pursuing dreams while wide awake,
His precious final hours, daydreaming,
After marrying and later divorcing the books,
He had got his dream job where he never slept,

He now believes he's the author,
Of the life that he's about to lose,
He has authored other people's books instead,
In their hearts they lack words to express him,
But this role of a model is coming to an end,

I pray that his books may prosper,
More than his life given a second chance,
With every word he could feel the quill dry,
Page after page he watched the paper fade away,
An unpublished book.He died a very lonely man.