the mountains turned blue
they reflect the color of his eyes
which are direct mirrors of his soul
my calls were answered by whispers from the wind
as i continued my screams
the air from my lungs continued to surrounded him
on his knees
screaming in pain
holes in his heart
holes in his veins
i begged him to stop
but he pretended to not understand
the only memory left of him on this earth
are his footprints stapled in the sand.