Perfectly Imperfect

Withering the cold rainy night

One bright day in the middle of the night two boys got up to fight, back to back they faced each other they looked in the mirror and shot one another-

No one heard them nor screams or cries as the trigger was pulled they were left there to die...

"What is life?..."

The puddle of blood with a hole in our chest-

Unwanted...having a gap in your heart that can't be filled, sadly it was never a thrill- Wishing you could start over, or curl up in a ball and die. As the vision get's blurry we don't see the light only the gentle rain that pours over us, it isn't heavy nor light- but a sense of calmness...

"Never knew death was so relaxing-"

"Why do I feel my face wanting to smile?"

Feeling a gentle kiss of the mask, I reveal my face feeling the rain pour on our face not just the mask but me to, it's funny the only thing worse than being alone is being around people that make you feel alone, it's beautiful not feeling so alone for the first time- the person in front of the mask that kept me alive for so long- 

And me the one behind it learning the truth of what made us lay here today. I feel somewhat alive secure knowing we are one me and the mask,

"I never got your name for all the years we been together..."

Tears fell across our face under the full moon rainy night, perfectly imperfect am I right... I guess we are- no one in this world is perfect and no one is pure. Avoiding my family and friends for the mistakes they made makes me just like them,

Feeling my hand put the mask back on made me smile one last time as my heart slowly began to stop as the blood covered the silencer of our gun I hear a whisper in my ear of a name leaving me to almost laugh...

"Zane..."

When I was a kid I thought that crying out loud was the most painful- but crying inside killed us..

"Thank you....Zane..."