Disappointment

     Life that seeks nothing but to crush the soul out of a man,
Leaving behind a rabid Animal to take the fall.
Like a brown-black bloodshed of a rose, dead in spite of thirst
The sound of a gunshot in the midst of a swarm of ducks taking flight.
The color of the blackness as I draw the storm crashing outside my window.
The smell of ammonia from the rotten flesh of the cut.
Disappointment tastes like the tears,
when that Animal bit you.
Soulless.