An empty casket appears before me

I cast my eyes upon the hapless victim

This man is my own self

There are no mourners attending this funeraul

Because the man is technically not even dead

His heart beats slowly though, desperate for air

He is the man that I once was

A child, a man with no understanding of love

A man untouched by the corruption of society

He is a man who could not survive in this world

This world is filled to the brim with monsters

These creatures smash through this room

Their scaly claws grab ahold of the man

He screams and hollers desperate for my assistance

I choose to walk away believing it was hopeless

The screams intensify, the creatures chomp loudly

I look over once again

Now there is nothing

But now I wonder

as a cause of my inaction

Have I become one of the monsters?


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