The hunger of the starved is gleaming in their eyes, as if to say they feed off of hope just to survive. The lonely and forgotten embrace faith to find love in the emptiness of their life. The human race pushes everything aside and gets sucked into envy and money. They take what they have for granted and in its place put misery. They fall into a place where mercy is no longer allowed, until they’re left with their sorrow pain and hate. Until their only alternative is the gun in their hand, but they don’t think about the bullet making its entry way into their temple leaving the heart racing and dying down while the blood splatters on the wall and runs down their head. With their eyes left open to see regret. They just don’t make out the fact of the failures and choices they’ve made. Death and then happiness is what rushes through their veins, head, and then hands. When they finally pull the trigger darkness happens and they are left alone and lost to deal with the damned.
Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia
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