Lacklust

The smiles on their faces.


A shine in his dark pupils.


Passerby screams and nothing could be undone.


The blood that hit the pavement


A change in consciousness that distracts everyone for a few weeks.


Nothing forebodes as well
 as an unloved child
 with nothing to lose and a sardonic glare of hatred reflected in the air.


Destitute and no future at all.

A cliche swept aside as just a detriment of misfortune and social demographics.


Perhaps, it was something more than what boiled beneath his soul.

Or maybe it was nothing at all.