Faded
The clock ticks by to the point where i don’t realize it no more.
Animals scatter for cover when dawn fades.
The old lady stares out of her window staring down the teens across the street.
The mourning coffee is resting on the kitchen floor with the mourning break fest.
Tables thrown out of a place.
Everything is so jaded.
I stare in the mirror to see what i feared. A man who cant face the truth. Holding onto the last fact in his life. Stares at the gun in his hands lays it in his mouth press down onto the trigger blood sprays across the newly furnished couch body hits the floor with a thump.