DarkWolfsLife's Journal

16 friends sit around smoking there pipes
1 by 1 they fall asleep
1 by 1 they don't wake up
1 decides not to smoke any more
1 watches as the rest die
slowly he looses his mind
slowly he lets who he is fade away
slowly he dies alone and lifeless
slowly he thinks about killing himself
slowly he makes his plans
slowly he gets everything he needs together
then one night he gets up and goes
goes to where he is to die
he sits there alone
he thinks about life
he thinks about everything he has been through
he take the the gun from his bag
he puts the gun to his head
he slowly squeezes the trigger back
the gun clicks with sadness
the chambers echoes with a loud bang
the bullet jumps forward down the barrel
the bullet cuts its way thought his head like a hot knife through butter
blood and brain matter fly behind the bullet as it exits his head
he slowly falls to the ground
like a crinsom river
his blood flows from the holes
his blood pools on the ground where he lays motionless