A black wind.
A white house.
A red noise.
A scream. A cry. A sigh.
A curse a mile wide.
She can't help herself any longer.
Her heart no longer beats.
Her voice is dead.
He shot her in the head.
His head hangs low.
ashamed? maybe. He doesn't even know.
He has lost his soul. No more control.
His life? Is now gone.
But his head just hangs.
He reaches for the phone, but his right hand gone idle, turns on himself.
No more control.
