Life After Death

He grabbed a gun! He pulled the trigger...

Life dripped from the walls,
had a story to tell.
Cause every drop that falls,
it has a memory to fill.

He was once someone else,
he knew what he wanted.
But once life got too dense,
and against him they bonded,
He couldn't handle the pain,
he was constantly haunted,
and it drove him insane!
The feeling he was unwanted...

He felt constantly alone,
he was frozen to the bones,
he was roaming naked,
drunk, so high up, and so stoned!

This time he wasn't strong enough,
but he found an escape.
Memories and pain were so tough,
memorizing shape after shape.
He smiled, they said...
but no one ever knew why
he did what he did,
they speculated the dead...

His life only started when someone shouted
"He grabbed a gun! He pulled the trigger!"