Screaming for the End.
As the wind rustled through his chopped, dyed hair, he wonders where he fits in the world. Screams echoed and bounced off the walls of his skull. Curled up in thoughts unforgivingness, his eyes shone like the luminescent stars that shown on a moonless night. Disgust painted his face with frustration and resentment barreled deep, beneath his brow. Cracked composer and hallowed out soul stared back at him, as his reflection taunted and challenged him to pull the trigger. Lying motionless next to him stretched a scarlet lake reflecting the setting sun. In his lifeless hand he held a cold, metallic gun; disgraced and ashamed of his over-whelming want to end his bitter suffering, scarlet alibis and deceit of happiness haunted his past. Unanswered questions and old arguments burned into the walls of his skull; already he has poured over them for decades or more. Wrapped up in self-doubt and with a weary heart, he pondered his choice—life or death. On his lips hung the kiss of death, which filled his jet black lungs with sorrow. Finished and fed up with fighting for his life, his will broke down and screamed for the end.
— an assignment for english(:
