He awaits everyone.
He will leave you empty, hollow and mindless.
How ever hard you try, He will always be at there in the end.
Just like the way the way a train is bound to stop sooner or later.
Nobody can see him.
Nobody knows when he's going to strike.
Nobody knows where.
For some he is a curse.
For others, he is a blessing.
He always avenges others.
But he doesn't let the innocent go.
He takes everyone, and everything.
He takes the blood, he takes the flesh, he takes the bones which once were strong, but now, has decomposed and become the soil itself.
Unstoppable, unforgivable, unforgettable.
But is he good?
Or is he bad?
I guess the only person who can decide that, is you.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A year full of words
Historia CortaA years worth of words through poems and little bits of writing. Completed. (Short story #593 3/10/14)(Poetry #217 14/10/14)