I stare at the sun, but have yet to see the light.
This darkness overwhelms the little hope left inside.
My sad excuse for a life spirals downwards..
Not good enough, not good at all,
Take what is left and rip it into pieces.
Make a spark,
Start a fire.
"CLICHE CLICHE!" She screams.
So I ravaged her throat.
I did eat the remains... What? My mother always scolded me for wasting food.
They watch me.
Who are they? Why are they here?
These unanswered questions bring the gun even closer.
Cold metal on my chest.
Stop. Rewind. Regret. Remorse. Reevaluate. Rebirth. Renew.
