poetry project #3: the void

once upon a time
in land decadent and diseased
there was a young boy
with a heart pure of fire

one frightfully tepid day
as he meandered languishly
through a labyrinth of chaos
he tripped over a rotted corpse

confused he starred through the empty eyes
hypnotized into an empty void
a sullen future of solitude was shown
a life of torturous proportions

a mist began to surround him
as he examined the deteriorated body
a shiny pistol lay in the hand
and the haze began to penetrate his thoughts

an obscured vision fell before him
as the pistol began to levitate
the implication was evident
the pistol was not destruction but a savior

as he stared into the infinite darkness
the hollow end of fate
with a silent breath he uttered forgiveness
then he closed his eyes