Tired of thinking.
Breathe in deep and drift away.
Let the world disappear as the edges turn gray and I drift away with the pain.
His crime doesn’t matter.
His blindfold is not for him, but for the cowards who don’t want to look into his eyes.
Overwhelmed with choosing right from wrong.
Who gets to decide?
I can see the numbing peace that beckons to me as I take another breath.
Circle of hate, circle the prey, circle the moment that has him trembling with fear.
His heart races and he hears the shouts that condemn his soul.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Rage triumphs reason until it’s nearly extinct and I watch the madness of those we elect, others select, those we despise.
Ignorance truly is bliss.
He feels the first one hit him and knows that it’s begun.
Already … he wonders how long before it ends.
Inhale my descent into nothing.
I want to escape a world I can’t understand
There’s a fear in me that those who do understand are even more lost than I am.
Gray with specks of pink, splatters of red, rivers of blood.
He lost count when he lost consciousness, just before he lost his life.
Tired of thinking.
He grows cold.
Breathe in and drift away.
He was chased from existence.
Let the world disappear as the edges turn black and we drift away with the pain.
