Slits wrist with the sharp strings of the worlds smallest violin as it plays a sad tune against my skin.
The fate of this world is to drown in darkness as the rest of it's beings scatter to find light. But alas, without a match for a candle, the spark that gives us warmth may never ignite and we may never burn with the passion that guides us to better things. For without passion we may never prosper and for that, the light has forsaken us all.
Slits again...An apple then falls from a branch and onto my head. Suddenly my eyes widen and I begin to think I'm an apple. I fall over to my right side and lay there for hours.