The curse of the souls.

A beautiful evening rises before the eyes of the kneeling person, peace and forgiveness fill her chest.

"Your kind soul is not going to stop me from reaching my goal."

Before the eyes of the weapon bearer, a haunting night rises, with a red sky and strong winds. Anger and sadness fill her chest.

"Your broken heart has blinded you, now your sadness guides you."

The cold metal of the weapon touches the forehead of the gentle soul.

"Don't you dare attack my scars, it was you who left me behind bars."

For the first time, a tear runs down the skin of the one who looks at it with love. A warm feeling burns the chest of the soul.

"I did not leave you behind, you erase me from your mind."

In life they say that you must be good if you don't want to go to hell, but little they know that there is no such a thing like paradise. Since your birth you build your own torture, that torture is called life and when you die the only one who has a right to remind you your sins is your own soul.

So there it was, the kind soul was the past and the angry one was the last to passed away. Both disagree about what they have done in life so they discuss it in hell.

"You are the true killer, and the time is no healer, because the wound is still getting bigger."

"You're a coward then, because you've never pull the trigger, so don't blame for the things that you've been believing."

Rage and pain cross the eyes of the sad soul, the gun does a creeping sound, is ready to kill, is ready to spill some guts out.

"I will never forgive you for what I have become."

"Then you have to blame yourself for this outcome."

The last words of the kind soul have already been said, then the bullet goes out killing everything it encounters. The dead soul falls to the ground and the satisfaction of the angry one lasts for a minute, when the pain in her chest infests the feelings of freedom. Behind revenge rests sweetness, the kind soul now it has the trigger. Both lie on the ground, they are souls; they cannot die, they live in a horrendous circle where each claims their truth.

Now the tables have turned, and the sad soul kneels and the kind soul confronts it.

"Your kind soul is not going to stop me from reaching my goal." says the sad soul.

"Your broken heart has blinded you, now your sadness guides you." replies the kind soul.

And the endless circle begins without an end. An eternity of rain because of a life of pain.