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The Blood starts to boil as 6 years since to the day comes near, feelings of pain and longing for a friend lost so long a go. Lost to a man who thought him self a god to take a life from someone so full of smiles and laughter. The feelings, and the memories of warm summer days spent good friends and comrades outside in the court yard of a lower income apartments playing cards as she came to my side not as a lover would do but as friends would do for one another for that is all we were, but the pain I felt when she was taken was that of losing Sister or a lover, the pain even now is hurting me to the soul brings feelings of hate for this man who took her from my sight and cut part of my soul away from me, to ease the pain I moved hundreds of miles from the town where it happened but as the date comes closer to the maker of that day, my feelings pull me back home, then thought of this man this demon who will be free someday because he got let easy with what they call manslaughter all this because he once drove a Black and white Car and wore a badge on his chest for this they smacked his hands for pulling a blade across her neck, That is the part that hurts the most. The feelings of pain and lose push me to remember that if I answered the feeling of hate that is leading my Blood to boil that I would not get to see her when my day is done and this is where the suffering starts. Yet even now I still want to tell my demon what he has done to me and my friends, then I would love to see the Justice final fall to him, so that he never breath the air of a free men again. |
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