He walked onward, the sun his only companion. He walked onward down that lonely Arizona highway. His shoulder length golden hair swayed with the wind. He walked onward. His warn white sneakers standing out from his torn jeans and jean jacket. His brown backpack rested on his back. His sunglasses looked out at the world before him. His smile was sinister yet sweet. It was his smile, that was it. It said "Hey don't worry, it'll only hurt a little." The smile made you laugh yet cringe. It made you feel like he could be your best friend, but also made you wonder what horrible deeds he committed. Other than the unholy smile there was nothing dark about him. Beneath the jean jacket he wore an AC/DC shirt, Highway to Hell. His voice gave away his apparent age, med twenties, the voice of an angel:
I get some headaches when I hit the heights
Like in the morning after crazy nights
Like some month in law in her nylon tights
That smile. That smile that shakes the world. He walked onward, the world open to him and his smile. The world in his pocket. Behind him lay innocent blood, ahead of him lay the naive. |
Submission Name: The Wanderer
