He sat there alone beside a
river bed.
Watching his blood from his
now open veins .
Flow in the empty river.
Ending his life so he would
never hear the sound of ,
children crying .
There he sits alone with a
knife now all his own .
Taking his life one cut at
a time.
He knew what it was he had to
do.
To end what was created.
To put back into the ground.
Upon which they say he did come
from.
To end the pain of life which
most think of as a game.
To be free in a world most different
then this.
