The world for us. The world in itself. The world without us. World beyond thought. World beyond hope. We are alone.
I can't feel my fucking legs. Flashing colours, essence draining from my neck. There was so much to do. I had so much to do. It's getting colder. My lungs are heaving out of time. Don't let the concrete be the last thing that I see. There was so much to do. I had so much to do. Found bloodied in the parking lot. A search for answers he never got. Alert the family, print the name. This life cruel. It's such a shame.