Suicide

The cold blood splattered against the backdrop of what was his life the knowing of pain the emptiness the loneliness the unforgivable acts only he can't forgive begging for mercy, for hope some reason not to point the loaded gun at his head he searches his will to discover it gone. That moment, that day there was no other way. Can we turn back time find the road that led him astray, that led him to this fateful day? If only… The mess and remains of what could have been his life are now an inescapable mystery.