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.