"I suddenly sow something, far away from where I sat.
It was a dark silhouette.
But then I understood that,
it wasn't a person what came closer, and closer to me.
Its body was made of all the wrong things in life, in this cruel world.
Hate for its feet,
Anger for its hands,
Murder for its arms,
Cruelty for its mouth, and
Fear for its heart.
I am not ready yet, not yet.
I am not ready to die. "
S. M.
A/N
I don't know how it came in my mind, I just wrote it. Well actually, I was reading a book and I had an idea, so... Yeah.
