We love and we die between heaven and hell. We fight and we kill but from heaven we fell. The drunken mad whispers of the men in dark bars are equal to the praise we grant to the stars. we wander and dream of a place for ourselves. so far from heaven yet so close to hell.
Are we not now in a place for ourselves? Why are we so unhappy here until we meet are final demise? People want. People greed for. People want what belongs to others! People steal and kill. We deserve what we get for the kind of life we have led. We make choices and we pay the price eventually!
My name is Darrel. I am 27 years old and I am currently in college for communications. I love writing! Quite recently my interests have shifted from writing screenplays to writing short stories. I am .. more..