The sun will rise, like every day, but soon enough it will go away. Sink below that horizontal line, hopeful to rise a second time. But in it's place her brother comes, opposite from sister sun. A bright white crescent in the sky, a mournful reminder, a watchful eye.

Eyes from the darkness see their test, a beating heart inside your chest, a bullet hole straight through your vest. The blood you use every day comes spilling out, nothing blocking it's way. They watch as you fall into the dirt, your face slashed open, your arms badly burnt. They wonder what had been done to you, what nasty misfortune, or what bullet flew. Then it was there, the truth to it all, not a bullet of lead, or a swinging ball. But what had caused this nasty display, was the only thing that could stand in his way. For himself he had destroyed, and had gotten it's way. Killing a man who had feared the next day, for his paranoid actions had lead the path, and soon they fueled his hateful wraith. He lay there with his blood seeping out, a final word, a final pout. he lifted his lead to utter his saying " I had feared the worst, and now I was slain, the only thing you can hope to achieve, the only thing that will allow you to leave, is the one who thinks for you, the one who you trust, but what if he isn't trustworthy at all? That is the reason he let me fall.."