What if I were the last person on Earth? What about it? Would I really miss the people who once surrounded me, or would I bid them all good riddance. Would I really wish to share my daily happenings, or would I welcome the silence. I think I'd stare at the sky, wishing my worries away. I've finally seen world peace. I've finally seen the end of world poverty. I'd smile and laugh as the voices tell me jokes, then turn right around and leave to go home. I'd be followed by their shadows, and run, run like the end is coming, then realize, it's already happened, and these shadows mean nothing.
I'll tell my tale to the table, I'll speak of the shadows, of the jokes, then of my realization of being alone. I'll become unscrewed, if only just a bit. I'll tell the table, I wish I hadn't lived. I'd be interrupted, by a very loud scream, only to find, nothing to see.
I'd tell the world how much I hate it, then I'll fall to my knees, praying for forgiveness. I'd suddenly become joyous, remembering there is no god. Then scream the heavens "Fuck you god." I'll laugh like it's the last I'll ever have, I'll then cry, once again, speaking of the past.
I'll speak to the rumble surrounding me, realizing, it's all there because of me. I'll curse myself, and punish myself, with any blunt object in front of me. I'll laugh as I bleed, I'm only saving myself. I'll show myself repeatedly, the pain I inflicted to all of you. I'll beat and beat, until I'm weak, then lay down to drown in sorrow.
I'll wake with a start, at noises above. A helicopter? I'm not alone? I look up meekly, as marines come down, grabbing my arm, reading me my rights. "I've done no wrong." I plead in protest, as they speak of what I've done.
"This is what you've done, dear man. You've destroyed a city. Do you hold no pity?" I laugh at his remark, it's true indeed, all pity has left, only insanity clings to this horrid being. |
Submission Name: No Pity.
