The road of complication runs red with figurative blood.

After an attack so brutal that it was heard around the world,

The world feels the pain of the attack for days

And it seems as if it was dying with me.

Drowning in a sea of the world’s sweet tears of sympathy,

Gasping for hope

Grasping for desperation,

But only getting the air of peace.

The air is so refreshing.

As it stings my lungs that no longer want to be existent,

My mind slowly comes to terms with the tragedy at hand,

And a smile creeps onto my face.