Freedom

Life is inconsequential. People go through the same routine repeatedly: live, slaughter, die, live, slaughter, and die. There is nothing new at all. It is either you kill or be killed�"survival of the fittest, per se.

 We live in an era wherein life has no value at all�"pavements painted with blood and decapitated heads strewn across the floor like a used can of Coke became a norm. People live in apathy. It is no longer surprising to come across someone who has killed multiple times, but rather what bewilders me the most is encountering someone who has not slashed a knife against another or even pluck their eyes out.  You see, massacres and assassinations became an entertainment as if it is just a round of playing video games with your pals after a tiring day of school. Fun, isn’t it?

There are multiple reasons why people kill�"these are my assumptions alone, of course. It can be greed, jealousy, envy, basically the seven deadly sins. It can also be for the thrill and enjoyment, which applies in my case. The joy you get from hearing the agonizing screams as you slash through their abdomen and the squelching of the entrails as they writhe in pain is just something beyond one can fathom.

          I, myself, is a victim of life’s endless rhythm�"a ticking clock with minutes and hours just passing by. I can no longer feel the satisfaction from the cold, lifeless body against my skin. I heaved a sigh as I let loose of the dark hellions of my thoughts, greedy and famished, drowning me in misery. I can’t breathe. My own reflection even looks at me with seething malice. Since when did I let my demons become my own definition?

          Today is the day that I break free from the shackles of life’s cycle. I told my reflection, “freedom” as I let my finger pull the trigger.