Sense Sonnet - Acher

Overtaken

When neighbors did not see him out,
They called the cops to come and check
Inside his house. Without a doubt,
We found a smelly, messy wreck.
With gas masks on, we searched the place,
A maze of junk piled ceiling high.
There hardly was left any space
To walk, as we looked for the guy.
He was a hoarder to the max.
How could anyone live like this?
We found him lifeless in the stacks
Of garbage in his own abyss.

As dying goes - one of the worst.
Lost in his trash, he died of thirst.