A Dark Story

There is no distinct memory
of when happiness changed into sadness,
nor when it morphed into evil.

Day by day something becomes anything
as smiles die, laughter stops
and the only thing heard is the cries.

And when the cries cease
there is no more sadness,
no more happiness.

Just the feeling of hatred,
fuelling the body,
altering emotions into evilness.

Destruction is cued
ruining a single life,
or may it be ruining many?

Unable to stop the inferno
knowing there is water
yet not knowing where.

Torments the mind
so one destroyed life
multiplies.

Soon
there is
nothing
left but
death.