killer

walkin on dark charcoal road through grassy fields...on the way is moaning church ...silent in contempt of what happened last week. looking at the old rusted bronze church bell...it felt like every second..its making him weak.....ceasing the legs..difficult to breath...... fifteen sixteen yards away ..there it is...her grave with gray pebbles nearby...his legs shakin ...difficult to hold ..and the single droplet of water pushed him down to the knees...like all the darkness of clouds diffused inside of him roaring with fiery. ...melting his skin ....soaking his blood ...smashing his head with evil sound of lightening. cant forgive himself ...every moment of the whole week has haunted him .....eyes blood red ,crying for remorse.