Broken
He was stuck in an everlasting wasteland,
one of the few able to see the real evils of the world,
the evils that destroy and ravage even the most innocent and kind-hearted
attacking their fickle minds like a vulture on the hunt,
ripping through skin to pick apart everything they keep hidden inside
feasting on the weak until they are nothing but an empty shell of themselves,
left dormant, abandoned, hoping for the light.
But the light they want is a light easily attainable through a cold barrel and that bright white flashing against a blackened sky,
making them finally feel at peace with the world around them
laying as part of that very world finally able to escape the horrors experienced,
decomposing in one final effort to do some good in this hell people call life.
While others were smiling, and laughing inside and out,
he was putting a facade and knowing he was already dead long before the light enveloped him.
But those same vultures who ripped him apart and broke him down,
were pretending to be eagles flying proud and standing for the very boy they pushed over the edge.
