Welcome back to my depressing world of fanfiction. Here's another short drabble about death, and sorrow. I don't know if I really like how it turned out, but here it is anyways. Please review, it makes my day better than anyone could possibly imagine
::
unexpected
by the color is blinding
::
the doctors said it was fast
that he didn't feel it for long
but I know differently
it wasn't fast
it wasn't painless
they weren't there to hear his screams
I never thought it would have been him to pass on
so now I am alone:
bitterly empty
and colder than a shivering dark winter wind
I tried not to cry
but the tears
—they just couldn't stop coming
and I had no place to go
no shoulder to cry into
everyone else was gone
far away, I'm not sure where
because this death of Spencer's
was so violently
unexpected