Life? (No, Death.)

He stares up at me with pleading eyes, there are wide and filled with tears. (Am I supposed to care?) It's been so long, I have long forgetten, I suppose. Dad never cared. Mom never cared. So why should I?

His hands are shaking, shivering as he grips on my legs. Then, his head arcs, as he screams, as my nail digs into his neck, squeezing and squeezing-- Snap. The body thumps on the ground, sack beside my feet. I smile but there's no amusement. "Ah, there goes another life." There's no hate either.

(Am I supossed to care?) Mom never cared, neither did dad. And neither did life. So why should I?

I am death.

The breath you exhale and inhale right now, is life. The heart in you that thumps right now, is life. Emotions that you dance with, is also life. Me? I am death. However, once I was life.

Before, the world decided I was no longer needed.

Just as I decided, this man was no longer needed.

Mom never cared, neither did dad. And neither did the world. So why should I?

Life? No, this is death. (Dream? Ha.. No, this is reality. )