Years that are lost
When he was born he didn't cry, when he was one he didn't even try. At ten he didn't complain, at fifteen he never exclaimed, and at twenty-five he joined the army and silently obeyed.
At twenty-seven he got kicked out because of a murder he liked to pull off. At twenty eight he got picked up by a man with his standards on top. At Twenty-nine his status was regained but in a new line of work. His hands were stained with innocent blood, but it didn't matter because Jim just smirked.
At thirty Jim made a move on Seb and bound him into his closest web. Everyone knew that they were now one, a pair that could never be undone. But at thirty-one that's when things changed. It was the year of hatred and pain, because Sherlock came along and made Jim play.
The game went on for years to come but finally it came to a turning point. Sherlock outsmarted Jim and with a gun escaped his loss. All while poor Sebastian saw this from the building across.
At thirty-two Sebastian sat in Jims chair, thinking about all the good times they've shared. Three years had now passed since they met and one since Jim had left. But he could no longer live with this pain, so with falling tears he took his gun and put a bullet though his brain.
Authors note!
Hi there! First time I have ever rhymed like this so keep that in mind when you review. I tried to focus more on the melody rather than the rhymes , hence all the '','' marks that are grammaticly incorrect. Hope you enjoyed it and sorry for the errors!
Dissclaimer
I own nothing in this story. I merely borrow the characters for fun.