A knife went into the flesh, drawing the blood.

And a bullet to the chest

A man was down and dead.

Left his family behind.

A wife and a child.

Their tears were running on the floor.

Silence of the room,

Like a mute grave.

He has died.

Only memories are left of his existence.

His pictures on the walls.

Glancing at an open space hoping to see him.

Calling his number hoping to hear his voice.

But in the present, he’s no more.