Run!

It's snowy

He lights up a cigarette.

It's cold

As cold as his heart.

He promised her not to smoke anymore

But promises are meant to be broken.

The streets is empty

As empty as his heart.

The night blackened 

As black as his soul.

Is there even bits of humanity left in him?

He ponders.

"Yes."

Gushes the voice inside his head. 

He starts to lighten up a bit 

Convinced by the invisible voice.

But the smile is wiped off

Once he sees the blood stain on his white shirt.

The sirens' screaming cracking the silence of the night

He breathes in the last smoke

And he waits.

-A