Nothing
There is no place for me
No one
No dreams
Running his calloused hand through his messy brown locks, the young veteran continued to watch the sunset.
No life
No hope
A rogue, that is what I am
Loneliness, my only companion
Red and orange burnt the sky; colours of passion.
Nothing can fill this gaping hole in me that has grown so deep it is consuming the remnants of my soul that the war was as kind as to leave behind
I had nothing
No joy
Feel nothing and you would get hurt
They said I could start over, become a real person
My knowledge of life is limited to death
Reach for the sky, they told me; nothing is beyond your grasp
My wings were slipped long ago. I can't fly. Never knew how anyways, so what's the sense
There is none
Life is non-sense. Everything and everyone is confused, that is what brought about wars
I have no use now
I have fulfilled my destiny
How do I know? I feel out of place. Taking up too much room. I'm in the way
Life is cheap, especially mine
The sky becomes darker, and the red and orange is replaced by the subtle colours of indigo, navy blue and a soft pink to mark the sun's exist.
Will this gun in my hand close this growing hole that has now become apart of me? Or will it make it wider? No. No doubts should enter my thoughts. They interfere with the mission.
Maybe that was what my life was
A mission
It felt like that. I can finally end it
The dreams. The cries of evil, mercy, desperation. . . will no longer torment me
I will be free from this messed up life. I will claim freedom.
It's so easy
Down the barrel of this gun is my destiny
With the disappearance of the sun, darkness settled over, and shadows stretched. Dark red liquid spilt on the green carpet, which now embraced the owner falling into obscurity.
Mission Complete. . .
Disclaimer: Stories mine but the character 'Heero' isn't.