Uknown Comic Dream
The long nights finally got to him as he sat in his favorite chair. Some would say he would risk anything to just keep his chair safe. Slowly wiping the black sweat from his brow, he drifts in a cosmic day dream. Another night, more blood shed. Not enough justice could fix his pain he had to enduel every hour. Cross my heart, I promise to find the dark soul that did this to you. He reaches to his side pulling the 9mm from the hidden holster and placied it on the small table next to him. Guns were never an option to him, but tonight was different. There was no choice for mistakes, what had to be done had to be done right. Rewinding thoughts were played in his mind for over an hour until he noticed the dried blood on his hands. Some call him a hero others call him a rebel against authority. Tonight he was a victim. Not even the bullets taken would bring her back. It just doesn't seem right for a dash bwteen the dates of her birth and death were to justify her life. If only I was as forgiving as she....
Random thought: Remember I see all this through comic book art. These pictures just come to me and writing them down helps me feel better, can't explain why. Must be a stress relief :-)
Random thought: Remember I see all this through comic book art. These pictures just come to me and writing them down helps me feel better, can't explain why. Must be a stress relief :-)