Super Bad

Ostracised from the pack, letting go of the things held dear simply to survive barbarity. He knew all the answers so they spewed on him for baring open what ought to be closed. Death is is next to weather the onslought of alienation. So he takes a shotgun to the mouth. What there is after the death, for an instant he ponders as the slug travels through the barrel towards his brain. Such a pity that nature gives only one breath and with no second chance his skull explodes and with the flick of a lamp his dreams end.