Seemingly, an ordinary night
He sits alone, thoughts occupy his mind
What predicament!
Holding all those things inside
A spirit, which is not of this world
Suddenly envelopes his very being
Provoking
"You don't have to suffer like this"
Overpowered... bewildered... he stands
Taking steps... even while in trance
Solution
It is now in his hands
Heart beats fast, as he holds in tight grip
A piece of metal... his ticket for his escape
Adrenaline
His whole body now sensing everything
He paused... as he gazed at an angel asleep
Silently proceeding... to the chair where the spirit awaits
"It's now or never"
The spirit keeps on taunting
Slowly lifting, the hand that holds the steel
One last breath... not a second is wasted
Bang!
It's all over... he worries no more
Seemingly, it's an ordinary night
Yet amidst the darkness, you'll hear an angel cry
Questions
Is this how it was supposed to be?
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Roy
April 4, 2009
9:10 PM
Angeles City
Philippines
2 comments:
I can't possibly think, what with the thick smell of gunpowder in the air. And I can't sit or lean my weary Twitter fingers anywhere lest I leave traces of my DNA.
The mood is dark. And I have no magic wand to bring a ray of sunshine into the dark. Steeling myself in its heavy and unforgiving embrace - it's all I can do.
*sighs*
it's better not to touch anything Jan...
better be safe than sorry
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