how death can be so beautiful to one
bringing peace
and joy
freedom from this world of hell
this illusion death gave
to ease one's suffering
he desired it so much
that he killed himself
blossoms bloom as the Rose's petal make mess
the greediness of the boy
may have given him a new world to dance
but everything comes with a price
a sin was committed upon his death
a whole new world of pain
and emotional suffering
brought to those who surrounded
the withering, red Rose
for they wanted it to grow with them
instead they weeped for the deceased
and crowded around their friend
his family losing mentality
as they stare at the gun the corpse was holding
chaos brewed
cataclysm loomed
"what happened to our beautiful creation
did i not try hard enough
the kids are crying
im crying"
"why."
mother stares at son
then his petals
his beautiful petals
im sorry
knife at the table
wanting to justify her unjust actions towards him
and make it all even again
so then maybe
he can
forgive her
and another beautiful flower
loses its petals
to the grand illusion
of death.
i need to rant.
