Tragic Start to a Good Ending

















Welcome to my misery! What a spectacle, I must say!




My charred life is put on display for all to say.





With every glance, I die. Brought back to life was the shell of a man who’s soul was slowly going mad inside.








The writing on the walls shows clear the state I am in.

















I may write sins but, I don’t write tragedies.






But, oh well…who am I to complain?







With my legacy put to an end, people actually give a thought about me.

Was it because they pitied me?




















Was it because they wished death on me?






I haven’t the foggiest idea…..








Damned I was from the beginning……







All I could say was, “Maybe I shouldn’t….”



















The thought died as I tied the rope around my neck.




A smirk of success was splayed on my face as I was lifted in the air like a cherry blossom.











Now, that my life has ended, can you say that your life has just begun?