You cannot think,
You are separate,
No one is on your side
Who cares about you?
Why should you care about others?
You don't,
They don't,
I take out my tool,
Like a guilty craftsman,
I do only what my mind tells me,
Not what feels right?
I listen to the orders like a dedicated soldier.
It's ready,
The pitch black darkness that fills my world,
Will brighten.
I let go,
Launching my tool through a welcome opportunity,
For once I won't end up the loser,
I won't be hurt, not me.
The building erupts,
Like a raging lion.
Its over.
The crimson, maroon glory,
Danced in front of me.
As I walk off into the distance, my short lived
ecstasy has faded.
I've lost.
