5 Words: Bleed, Illusions, Coffee, Ecstasy & Fools

His emotions bled out cold and raw. Amalgamated in the thin streams of crimson, they gradually made their way down his temple. The suicidal gunshot had been fired just a second ago. He had no wish to live, and despair was all around. The ecstatic kick no longer ran in his system. All illusions had taken a turn towards reality. What had seemed to be a dream was dawning now on his waking mind. The overdose had left him deluded to the brink of sacrificing himself for what he considered to be an honorable cause. But could ridding the world of one hopeless soul be such a noble cause? He didn't think so… now. The time to revert had passed. The coffee had gone cold. The shot had been fired. The fool had been fooled. The sirens rang louder and clearer as every second ticked but it was too late. His eyes closed unwillingly as he breathed his last.