Pictionary

Posted: March 15, 2011 by travisplumley in TravisP

He just stands there

with the bloody knife in his hands,

hovering over top his victim

As the adrenalin courses through his vains

the bursting shock of reality,

of what just conspired,

HITS HIM….

 

Falling to his knees,

praying to his illforgoten god

a god, until now, he has never admired

He needs help,

he needs salvation,

from the situation

he has now found himself in

 

All of the drugs

and all of the long nights

have utterly altered his personality

A feeling he hasn’t felt in awhile

hits him like a tsunami wave

and crashes down

GUILT….

 

But as he failed to realize,

GUILT HAS NO PLACE WITH THE DEAD

 

The sirens squeal and flash,

he knows whats coming

he sees a gun,

picks it up,

and puts it to his head….

BANG!…..

 

And it’s all over

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