The depths of hell seeped in to his soul.
He gazed into the eyes of the figure,
that had just shot his father.
He was scared, as any kid would be,
a sudden chill was sent down his spine.
The man standing over his dead father raised the gun to him.
The illuminous figure pulled the trigger,
the boy's life flashed before his eyes.
He dropped to the ground, lying unconscious, he was shot.
the shadow raised the gun to his own head.
With no hesitation, he pulled the trigger,
letting the gun and himself drop to the ground.
The boy finally snapping back to reality,
was lying in the blood of his father.
He cried for the loss of his dad,
and felt sheer hatred towards the man who did this.
Seeing the man dead gave the boy a sick pleasure,
for it was this cruel demon who brought on the agony he felt.
He crawled on the floor for several hours,
inching himself towards the phone.
Every inch gave him more excruciating pain.
Although weak and weary he kept crawling,
until the phone was finally with in his grasp.
He dialed 9-1-1 with his bloody fingers,
barely making it through the call before passing out.
When the ambulance arrived they found the boy,
weak from blood loss and moaning in pain.
They moved him to a stretcher still unsure of what happened.
The boy was taken to the hospital,
as the pumped morphine through his veins.
He had constant pain and struggled to fight it.
He screamed and cried,
every breath harder then the next...
SUddenly he saw Only Black...
