The crack of a cackling bullet
Shattered the life and the sanctum of thought
Which held me up, assisted and created me
But left me when I needed it the most
The scream of a dying soul
Barred my essence and silenced my words
That could have, would have saved it
But could not be uttered for the sake
Of a merciless world- through my inaction
The world bleeds in hatred and remorse
That will one day destroy it too,
And force suffering upon it just as he had suffered.
Happiness had been my first thought
Earlier that morning when I first woke
But now I walk upon a fading sidewalk
That will one day be walked by my children
The madness of a foolish man
Had but one goal- to end a life
And for what? Money? Fame?
Greed is the terrible truth.
The end of a poor man's life
It stumbled upon a reaper by mere chance
And I feel nothing but sadness
For the dark soul that calls it.