life and death in your hands

Life Is Such A Fragile Thing...

I stand behind him, concealed in the darkness the knife in my hand. wouldn't it be so easy to end his life. What if I did? What then? It feels nice to have the power of life and death over someone. To end all their dreams, shatter all their visions, undo all their nightmares. Would I be causing endless pain to so many people, or would it just be another teardrop in the ocean of hate. Would I be pointlessly hurting so many people, or would I be eradication the world of another piece of scum, only worth spitting on. What does he do for a living? Does he have kids and a wife, or does he return home to a house empty and lonely, devoid of life, save for one.

I could do it. Would he even know? I smile at that. He doesn't realise his death could be seconds away. Maybe I would enjoy it. Maybe I would get to cherish it. He zippes his coat up further and ducks his head to protect from the cold which is searing at my skin like a hot iron. I pull back, feeling sick. I can't do this. I can't kill another human being. What was I thinking, I'm just a stupid kid. now I slink away into the shadow, using it as a shield from all the emotion welling up inside me.

Life Is Such A Fragile Thing...


The moral : Live life to the full, because any moment might be your last.