I killed a man.
Not for he had sinned or he wasn’t a good soul.
He was a good man, but he was left all alone.
He was hurt, he was tired.
His heart was burning, like it was set on fire.
He had given up all his hopes.
He came to me begging for death.
So I killed him, for it was necessary.
So that he could live a new life, happy and free.
That him was the old me.
-Abhishek Gupta
