I find myself walking, wondering where I am.
It feels like a dream, the road is a distant feeling on my shoes.
Tiny little rocks that make me trip over myself.

The grass isn't green.
It's black.
Everywhere I turn the colors are black, or they are white.
So I keep walking.

I don't see anyone.
I don't hear any birds and I don't see any cars.
I find myself questioning if this is all a dream.
But then I see him.
It, whatever it is.
A man in a suit, a hooded figure.
He looks down, staring.
I don't know who he is and I wonder why he is the only one around.

He looks up at me as I walk closer.
I start to hear the sounds, like I'm at a carnival.
My heart skips beats, and not the way you'd want it to.
He stares into my eyes, and his eyes are grey.
But his body just black, darkness.

He puts his hands on my shoulders, and looks into me, just searching.
He buries his hand into my chest and rips out my heart.
I lie there lifeless.
He throws my heart into himself.
He picks me up and drags me with one arm.
He walks and there I am, nothing.
He walks for miles and miles until we reach our destination.
He throws me on the pile of bodies, and then I realize, I'm dead.
I'm dead on a pile of the rest of the world.