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 light flashing against a blackend 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
pretending to be eagles flying proud and standing for the very boy they pushed over the edge.