• Silence.
    Intense darkness.
    A world of nothing.
    No emotions, no pain, no people.
    A light appears from above and illuminates the world below,
    revealing the death and decay of millions.
    I look down,
    aware of the fact that I am alive.


    I turn to the left and no one is there;
    I look to the right but no one is beside me.
    But as I turn around,
    I see a man with a broken face,
    like the cracks in a mirror.
    His eyes are sad,
    and he's gazing down at his blood stained hands.
    There is no one else with him
    and I can't stop thinking there's something familiar about him.


    I reach out to him,
    and as he looks up at me I notice his eyes are black and hollow.
    He reaches his hand towards me just as I had,
    but we do not connect.
    Instead, I feel the touch of glass.
    Immediately the image shatters and a cold realization washes over me.


    This is my world and it's slowly falling apart.
    All of the dead people are small fragments of myself;
    and all that remains is an empty, lonely shell.