Dec 21, 2008 01:05
Pure fiction
Insanity takes over.
Roar.
What can you do? I smirk. No one sees.
Who will even?
Nobody notices. It’s as though I’m a shadow. Not to be noticed. To be stepped over.
I don’t even feel the pain.
It just comes. I expect it. After doing what I’ve done. It’s no doubt people would treat me like an outlaw.
Who can I blame? Myself? No, I’m not deft.
Who puts blame on himself or herself?
Right now, I don’t care. It’s now or never.
Raising the lighter. I set the whole place ablaze. I smile. The flames were a pretty sight.
Orange.
My favourite colour.
Nobody knows. Nobody cares...
A stranger sits at a café the next day. The day’s paper in his hands.
The headlines scream DSN building reduced to nothing.
I was forgotten yet again. Among the hundreds or maybe thousands who died with me.
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