by FA Paine
He asked why the air was so warm when he felt so cold, frozen, alone.
He got no answer.
His heart pounded away in his chest as red filled his vision, his sight, his life.
He wondered why the skies were dark in color when in another place, another life, the sun was shining down.
He didn't use a knife that night. Instead, an axe shone in place, making all his other weapons cower away.
With a final glance at the sky, his eyes wide open and filled with tears, the axe entered the place where his heart should've been.