222nd Post

Mist covered.

Roaring thunder.

A light rain falls.
A nearby church tolls its bells.

A single shot.
Pierces the silence of the night.

A figure.
Crumples to the ground.

Dying from its wound.
His eyes ripped out.

An angel descends from the heavens and weeps.

"Why child?
Why do this to yourself?
Why do you choose to end it this way?"

And the dying human replied.
"Because i could stand it no longer.

No longer could i withstand.
The darkness and misery that surrounds me.

That swirls around me.
Like some poisonous cloud.

Choking.
Strangling.

Forgive me for choosing this path.

My mind is too far gone.
Destroyed by the demons."

And with that.
The human gasps its last breath.
And utters its final agonizing scream.

The angels watching from above.

Can only weep in silence.
And utter their silent prayers.

As they watch another soul.

Descending into the very depths.
Of hell itself.

Destined to burn in the flames.
Until the end of time.