The Sad Story of Nel

He died that night

After finally finding hope

Poor, poor Nel.

All he wanted was hope

And she gave it to him.

Then he died,

Falling into my arms

As i watch over all

And wait for everyone's demise.

I am Death.

i watch as the world

Destroy's itself

Through its wars

And its petty disagreements.

His funeral was sad

As sad as his life

For nobody went

He had no family

No friends

He didn't exist

A figment of another's imagination

Of what the world did to him

And one day he had enough

So he hung himself.

He was vale victorian

With only a week to go

In his high school career

He could have done so much

He could have solved so many

Of the world's urgent problems

But instead the world cares not

And massacres it's youth

Through torture and abuse

And for what?

To plunge itself into more despair?

You are fools

Not thinking about your actions

And only live for today

In the moment

Where no pain exists

But in the past

And the future.

So move on

Forget the dead

Their already lost

From your thoughts

For you care of only yourself.

But only remember this

The actions you take

From this moment do not only affect you

But those around you

And do not cry

If some fall over dead

From your mistakes

For you must hold this burden

Until you fall into my arms

As i cast you down to hell

To pay the price

Of destroying someone else's

Dreams and hopes.

Just remember that

For the next time we meet

You will be dead.