Fri, 07/11/2014 - 01:18 -- ashlott

Darkness surrounds him

But he doesn't care

All he wants is power

He wants it so bad

He needs it

But he knows what will happen if he gets it

Hungry for so much in the world

Doing what he can just to have it

He does his job right

Gets paid in full

"Yes, finally," he says

And as the words pour out his mouth

Blood shoots out his chest

A gunshot to the heart

He has his power

There is no room to care - not anymore

The color red surrounds him


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