Devils

You feel panic rush through your veins filling your being like poison you feel tears, hot and burning against the wounds on your face fall freely as you lift the gun to your head.

So many emotions, so many thoughts, all put to silence the moment the shot fires.

You didn't want to fight, you gave up the moment you let fear consume you.

But there was no more regret.

Time is constant and waits for no one.

The hungry beast feasted on your corpse.