Tomorrows Sorrow

Yesterday I saw a man die I saw the hallowed shadow of a scared man fade away into an ocean of solid blackness. I saw a mans total apathy towards his fears and strengths rise like a demon on the wings of the thunder storm. That day I felt the ashes of a fallen angel in the palm of my hands. A mans unwavering aggression for brutality was but a dust devil in comparison to the soft summer winds. I watched, yesterday, as a dead man's sins spilled out and stained my arms like the blood of wine. Like napalm, his sins where soldered forever onto my memory of that cold hearted day. I have slammed shut the doors of judgement and sealed my eternal fate before I had even begun my journey into humanity. Yesterday I saw a man die because yesterday. . . I killed him -Chase K. R. Miller