(05.08.01)
Light shines in your eyes as you get what you want. Everything goes your way. You are living happily. Lightening flashes and tear drops fall. Just when you think you are climbing to the top you stumble back to the bottom to lay in your own blood. Wounded and broken you have to live with all the hate and suffering. Light likes to play games with you in leaves you in the dark. Fear creeps and makes you see unreal things. Greed, people love but makes you angry. It makes you hate people and beg to have them committed, put them to their deaths. Pain and hate control your emotions, make you both weak and strong. A flash of light and you see hate in your eyes, another and you are on the floor crying. Hurt makes you wonder how it feels to know you are going to die, as you stare at the pills, glass and rope through blurry vision. No one knows how much you wish you were dead. Hanging, bleeding unable to breathe as heat rushes through your dying body. You shudder and die and there's no more nothing. But you don't let yourself die and fight for nothing. Time hates you and is willenly pushing you toward the end of yours. The loud ticking and tocking as you load the bullets in and aim at your target. Your hands sweaty as the point sticks in hard into your temple. Pressing your hardest as blood seeps into memories.