The HighA Poem by NWCTragedy, Regret and remembrance at the good things a dying assassin sacrificed to attain a high.At a time after a short life lived exotically he faced damnation like all Others, but came sooner to him than to others as he had chased, gambled And won everything that aroused him in a life as crazy like a roller- Coaster ride with ups and downs. He faced a bloody end which was the Cost of the high he had achieved by living a life of true freedom and Following his basest desires and living the dream of being an assassin. Specter was he who lay dying in a dark alley on a rainy night reminiscing Of all he had willingly sacrificed including a family that loved him and A numerous circles of friends he had conned his way through for his Selfish curiosity which always is a blade that cuts both ways. A bullet from an unrecognized sniper had pierced his neck and now he Had realized that there would be a cost to running around killing the ones The world deemed evil but didn’t have the guts to kill and the high which He got by ducking and avoiding the legal authorities only increased his Excitement till he would crash and burn like now he had no idea by Whose hand he had died. In his last moments as his body froze he Regretted choosing the path he had taken but now there was nothing he Could do as no man can twist time no matter how desperate. He died Alone but not in solitude as he wanted the people he had abandoned now More than ever as being a lone wolf is truly a lie to yourself. For a few years had Specter singlehandedly enjoyed a life of an Outcast but now realized the costs of the life which gave the high all men Only dream of but don’t achieve but he felt a slight pride for doing what Most didn’t have the guts to do as the violence and adventures had Toughened him up with his self learned knowledge and skills in the trade Of death which imparted no practical legacy left behind to people to Remember him by as every dying man looks back on his legacy but most Leave none in the sad, lone clutches of death which they inevitably face, They only see a hollow void which could have been filled up with their Life’s work left behind to others and so he tried his best and worst to Move away and get up to restart his life hoping for a second chance to Lose his greed for the high and create an honest legacy but was coldly Paralyzed as reality is a cruel joke which has a mind of its own and Doesn’t give many chances so don’t waste your life searching for your High and die in loneliness like Specter and make your life matter for Those who care about you and rejoice what you have. © 2015 NWCReviews
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StatsAuthorNWCBangalore, ASia, IndiaAboutI'm an aspiring author and poet from Bangalore. I'm writing a book on time travel and another on a vigilante. more..Writing
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