No one is worth it.

The stormy deary night

the panicked flight,

the ceaseless blame

the knife, the gun. so quick in the rain.

tired of the shouting, tired of the fear

tired of hiding the mask.

using make-up to cover the bruises.

using glasses to cover the bags of sleepless nights.

the killing in the alley shouldve been easy.

Two men, both with the same agenda.

Riding the world of all of the unworthy.

slowly bleeding out now.

the quest wont be done until everyone is gone.

No one is deserving.

This world is too good for the best of us.

beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

but none of us are beautiful anymore.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

I liked this! I love the imagery that you portray and I thought it was about two guys about to fight in the alley after hitting the bar late at night. From how you described in the beginning. 'The quest won't be done until everyone is gone', a very powerful line here and feel that it refers to life's journey for us. Ones journey always ends when they die.

[MoriartyMesa]

Speaking a brute, I found this to be on the mind of some of us who take that extreme.