And so I take this final plunge into the endless night.

Holding my own hand as I take my final breath before this sleep I have longed for.

Pulling back that hammer which drives the final nail into my hollow soul.

Cold steel pressed against my temple which holds my mind in these dark chains.

A lifetime of painful woes swept away with the squeeze of a trigger.

A faded note crumpled time and time again brought to the light of day this one final time.

If there is this God so high upon that ethereal plain, he now weeps at my farewell from this mortal husk.

An artist in his final moments, painting the walls with that which gives him life.

Not before that final tear of regret and shame says goodbye under these tired eyes.

Peaceful now...

Lulled to an endless sleep.

Simon is the funny one.
He tells the jokes.
The laughter from others makes him prideful of his humor.

Oscar is the smart one.
4.0 through and through.
The books are his playground.
Logically sound mind.

Chris is the envious one.
Leering at those who sleep on their bed of diamond and gold.
He wants it all.

Isaac is the conniving one.
A word, a note, a lie, and someone's life is in shambles.
Silver-tongued devil.
His best friend is Chris.

Oliver is the sad one.
Built on tears and tragedy.
He keeps the bottle close.
A gun, even closer.

Paul is the charmer.
A smile with the gleam of pearls.
Seductive by nature.
Him and Simon are like brothers.

Anthony is a sadist.
A few screams get him off.
He likes the smell of copper.
Flesh is the canvas for his art.

Tim is evil by nature.
He wants to taste people's fear.
An insatiable hunger for their life.
He's been away for years though.
Locks and chains keep him in a cell.
Tim is waiting.
Waiting for them to rust and break.

Hunter is my name.
Simon, Oscar, Chris, Isaac, Oliver, Paul, Anthony, and Tim are all my friends.
It's been a long time since I've seen Tim though.
He'll be visiting one day.
See you then, old friend.