I want to scream.
Till my throat bleeds raw.
I want to throw something.
I want to destroy.
To rip things apart.
I want to bleed.
But it’s no use.
It won’t change anything.
It won’t bring him back.
It won’t bring any of them back.
Why him?
Why anyone?
Have we truly destroyed ourselves that much?
Maybe it’s not ourselves but nature.
We are so hell bent on selfishness that we blot out everything else around us.
But why him? Why this… thing… that consumes so horribly??

Requiescat in Pace, dear Pete.