Icon Poetry: Heisenberg / Breaking Bad

The smoke from the gunfire,
Engulfs the smoke from the lab,
His dreams also made of smoke,
Stab his life and he falls on the slab.

Once a God he had been,
Once a king crowned,
Ruthless and driven,
An empire he had found.

The genius takes his last breath,
After a thousand trysts with death,
No stopping his fright,
Even in this last fight,
Beyond the grays of right and wrong,
This is Mr. White.

Vaibhav

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