#114 Alone

I killed with knives in fistfights and guns in knife fights. I murdered by poisoning bodies and poisoning minds. I tore out throats and buried myself in blood. All for some goddamn peace. Some goddamn quiet.

Now I stand at the end of the earth. I slaughtered all. From my first breath to my last breath taken, the stars have seen it all.

They whisper to me as they always have. “What do you wish for?”

I say: “I want silence.”

One by one they blink out. Stars or people; It’s all the same. In utter darkness I am alone.