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