It is a bitter sweet pain that a person feels when they have a love burning with such passion that is slowly dying in the shallow depths of hell. Because only when a person gives a piece of their heart and soul will they feel this pain. The pain of knowing that the person who you love so much doesn't love you any longer, but the sweetness that you will always feel when you hear their name or see their picture. It gives you a rush of love knowing that they have an impact on your heart that will always be in your heart. For if you loved them like so then they will always keep a piece of your heart. But the pieces that remain, will someday be given to another, in hopes that they don't bring you the same fate.

We became killers because we did
not have value for our own lives.
We were all fighting because that's
all we knew how to do. We fought
to gain something, to feel something.
Monsters, all of us. But we didn't care.
The thrill of it was what kept us going.
The scent of blood sweet to our senses.
But one day, a boy was face-to-face
with his mother
who did not hesitate to raise her gun.
His eyes were opened to the madness.
He went crazy with the realization
that we doomed ourselves.

He smiled
and a gunshot was heard that night.