Monday - 3:15am

Death rains black tears over the soft white of the young bride. A day of glory shattered by the hissing sound of a passing bullet.
The distant screams wafting over the young child as it claws at it's new found world. No longer entrapped in the warm belly of the mother the infant reaches into utter nothingness of knowledge.
As the flush mother next door sleeps off the pain, the man infront of me takes his last breath of sweet air. His lungs no longer filters coal, and he no longer has to march into the depts of hell to watch the canary fall.
Upon the table lay the bird, the family gathers in the puppetry of family. They pray without saying anything and eat without peace. The heart of the woman is to stop years after the man is beneath her in utter silence, yet she suffers.
The cycle of stopping can only begin when it starts. There is to be no end to the ending and we do not comprehend the beginning....
And you ask... WHY THE FUCK AM I STILL UP?!