I Sometimes Hate Life
Blacks and whites blur into a grey haze
The dark skyline embedded into the overcast sky watches over the small figures below as they go about their futile existence
The enormous pain they carry is hidden and ingested in secret as they go about their insignificant lives
Soon their wounds are vanquished into a macabre dust as a new generation lives out their miseries to their final conclusion
As the tears have risen to a flood and the laughter has died in sorrow, the cold metal lid closes on the ruins of his dreams and encapsulates the conclusion of a tentative existence
The gun ended his journey through the battlements and snipers who sought to take away his soul and what little happiness he had known
He alone was the only one who would determine this futile course...
Alone
Forever
