A river red flows down his arm
At its mouth drips the last
remnants of torture
Life had been cruel
Fate unkind
It seemed too much for him
Overburdened with failure and
melancholy
Everyone he once loved forsaken him
Leaving him
to bitter solitude
Breathing now harder
Vitality slowly slipping away
A light he sees in the distance
Every second it draws closer than
the last
His body, ice cold, trembles
The light finally stops
"Welcome home my son
I've been waiting"
He exhales for the last time
Leaving this world with a smile on
his face
He is happy for the first time
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