Independent #10

So I was listening to Wasted Years by Cold and Numb by Ill Nino. Both have a common emotion so I used it to create this piece. I basically wrote it because it is due and I'd like to pass this class :-D

Looking back on the days past, what, out of everything he did, meant something? What was actually important? Did he change the world?

When he was younger he had hopes, dreams. He would make an impact on the world; he would be worshipped, loved, adored and revered above all others.

Now he sat in his lonely 20,000 square foot mansion on the beach with stacks of empty vodka bottles and piles of naked bodies, all of whom he didn’t know. He had the money, the looks, the women, everything. He was one of the world’s most eligible bachelors. But what was the cost?

She had walked out on him at the very beginning of his upward spiral. She saw his corruption, his demons, his panic, his insanity. He had experienced his fear, anger and frustration.

Looking once more at the picture he kept of her on his desk, he felt that familiar feeling threaten to erupt from him. The tears began to push at the back of his eyelids. Tears of pain, regret, anger, and hatred.

With a swift movement he grabbed the delicate frame and smashed it against the wall.

“Out!! All of you out!!”

Scared and drunk and stoned all the faceless body parts began to run around looking for clothes and sprinted out of the house.

And once more he was alone, with his bottle, his only real true love.