How Suddenly Dead (Old Works)

Sitting frameless in the chair of despair 
Fiddling back and forth with the air 
That a man is to stare an a frown...
That be the chair 
Bent forth a silent glare 
Nothing more nothing less a wide eye flare 
Actions of a younger older 
As time profound fell yonder 
Fell a beast at ate helplessly falling down and down 
Splat on to the ground 
Pondered an older younger 
Time spent nothing less more nothing 
Now lay dead upon a puddle of red 
How suddenly dead!