• Wandering alone
    In the dark abyss
    Not knowing right from wrong
    He searches for meaning

    Years of nothingness
    Making him delirious
    The small pistol
    Looking ever friendly

    The loneliness
    Ebbing slowly into his mind
    The darkness becoming home
    So comforting

    One last kiss from the bullet
    He draws his last breath
    Disintegrating into the wind
    A silhouette appears in the distance