And I do not own Prisonbreak or any of its awesome characters.
He stood next to the man who killed his parents because he was crazy. Haywire. Him, the man in the suit, remained silent as Haywire screamed
" I want to go."
And the man in the suit watched sullenly as the crazie flew from the tower with iron wings.
He stared on as the mobster refused to let go of his plans for revenge. A weakness, the man thought. Sliding on sunglasses to hide the eyes that burned through hearts, smiled faintly as the mobster, Abruzzi, whispers
" Forgive me."
And the sunglassed man hid as many bullets slammed into Abruzzi's flesh, a dart board with many darts hurled.
He held the gun, gleaming with the power of one too many bad deeds. The kid squirmed under the accusatory light of the man's face. His tie bore the marks of corruption and misgiving as the kid, Tweener, asked
" What are you doing?"
And the gun did the screaming for Tweener, too stunned to question some more.
And the pain never went away
And the sun never shined
In that place where he dwells
Of graffeti and sand
And wondering if it will be the last time you look at another moon again
He wonders
And wonders
If he hadn't done those things
Would he still be free?
Or was he always fighting
Fighting for his rights
For his family
A time bomb thrown at his face just waiting to blow up
It was just a matter of time before he got blown apart
And made a mistake
And here he is
Just Mahone and Sona
And whatever lies beyond those never ending walls of eyes.