Cold

His eyes calculate

Cold

Dead

Silent

He stares his enemy in the eye for the last time

He grins as he realises he was set free, and then he jumps.

He falls faster the darkness wrapping their comforting arms around his body cushioning him catching him as he falls.

Cold

Silent

Hurt

The light that shines so brightly in his eyes dims and as they watch he seems to fade away

No longer does the jaded irises light up with laughter or enthusiasm

Black

Dark

Empty

A shell, never really put together nor filled is all that is left of him.

The final cut was made

The beautiful light within his eyes shines no more.

The darkness coccons him in ultimite bliss and he relaxes

He has found his home

Cold

Silent

Wet

The water envelopes him silently

The silence is deafining

His beautiful jaded eyes close one last time.

Silent

Cold

Beautiful


And the person they thought they knew is gone.

Never to resurface 

They question the reason for thier unending pain

Cold

Silent

Painful

But in the darkness and the blackness

A small sliver of light appears

For the tormented

Is

Victorious

 

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