The Fifteen Deaths of Nothing Men

First was the man with golden eyes and skin quite tan. His stormy hair matched the personality of this ruthless man. Convinced the world was in his hands, he was shot down in the midst of his plans.

Second was the man who's only enemy was Death. He spent his life resisting fate with every breath. Fearing the day he had grown to dread; instead brought his own gun to his head.

Third was a man quite burly and strong. He lived believing nothing he ever did was wrong. He knew of all the hearts he had broken, but it was still not an apology his last words spoken.

Fourth was a cold man of science. Who borrowed more than his pay check could finance. His loaners were far less than pleased, and filled him with lead from head to knees.

Fifth was rather quiet guy. Who always had his eyes upturned to the sky. His dreams were to one day fly, and jumped from a cliff without a final goodbye.

Sixth was a young bitter scholar. Who would never raise his voice to a holler. In the face of his end, himself he knew not how to defend.

Seventh was an ambitious stranger. Who tried to climb to the top without any personal danger. He probably had enough sense to save his head, but now an axe is lodged there instead.

Eighth was a young man with a passion for fire. He hungered to see the flames grow higher. So strong was his foolish desire; he allowed himself to burn in a situation quite dire.

Ninth was a laid back musician. Who wanted nothing but for people to listen. But no one would give a mind to his tune, so instead he starved on the streets as a musical loon.

Tenth was a man who gambled, and always drank till his brain was scrambled. Intoxicated, he tried to ride on top a car, but never got all that far.

Eleventh was a man with a love for flowers. Supported any type of green powers. Trying to fight bugs and weeds; accidental poisoning did the deed.

Twelfth was a shocking woman. She was possibly more sadistic than any other human. Wanting for her tale to be forever told, she managed to off herself with a lightning bolt.

Thirteenth was petite artist girl. Her rich daddy would have given her the world. But all she wanted was to see her friends smile. In the end, from the top of a building she fell a mile.

Fourteenth was another girl of the same age. Except her parents tried to give her away. Furious at her god damn life, she killed them all with a kitchen knife.

Fifteenth was a blonde boy in a hospital gown. Who saw nothing people all around. For them, he gave his heart. He got his friends, but now he's missing a very important part.

A/N: This might be a sort of preview for a small fanfiction I've been working on. Originally, I was going to wait until said writing was ready to be published to use this piece as a prologue, but I really do love poetry. Silly me.

Said story will probably be written in a sort of poetic style, but probably won't rhyme. Although I am proud of my rhymes. All this time, the most I thought I could do was rhyme "time" with "rhyme" and "butterfly" with "flutter by".