Time is the essence of what life really is. Without it, we are eternally nothing. To freeze time to do our own biddings is in the impossible. But in my little world, I can do as I please. No consequence, no pain, no suffering. In my little world, life is perfect. All love and no no pain shows itself to us. Pain? What is pain? In my world, we don't understand this bracket of letters or foreign word. It has no meaning here, no meaning anywhere... then I open my eyes and come back to the harsh reality of what I am.
Blood trickles down my face from a gash below my eye. I'm crying, but it looks like blood when the two mix amongst the cut. I turn and I hear gun blasts echoing between the houses from down the street. Silence then falls like the darkness towering over my neighborhood. Sirens blare, but are distant, and forever will be. They don't come here.
No help for us.
As I close my eyes, pain and murder intrude my thoughts, invading my little world. Children crying over their parents, who are lying in the street in a pool of crimson overflow. I open my eyes again and see him behind me. A gun is pointed at my head, a knife in his opposing hand. I guess this IS the end of my little world, huh? Good bye to whom may care.
(gunshot crackle)
