I sit here in my room, lights darkened and windows covered by curtains. My face illuminated with but the pale glow of the computer screen. My fingers dancing around the keyboard as if engaged in a ritualistic dance. Line after line of text begins to fill the screen as my fingers perform their tasks dutifully.
The dull humming of the computer mixed with the sounds made by the fan blend together to make a wonderful soundtrack as my ears are kept occupied by the sounds. I endlessly type and pour out my heart's most well kept secrets. I curse the fools who played my hand too early and stayed me from ultimate glory.
The fools I know bring only despair and misfortune to others, being far too arrogant in their actions to take pause and weigh their consequences. Their unfocused movements forced me off the tightrope of my life and I now hang precariously from the rope and pray that the preparations I have made prior to this day would suffice.
My fingers start to falter and my vision blurs. I know that I am not far from my end. Some editing here and there and my piece would be complete. My final act of retribution on men who deemed themselves much more than I. As I near completion of my last great scheme, my body gives out. And I fall off the chair.
The humming of the computer continues on as if in insult to me. Lying now empty on the table was an open bottle of tablets and a mug. The contents of the bottle were strewn about and the mug is empty.
The final piece of my grand scheme comes together as in my comatose state, I felt my last breath leave me.
- A rather odd piece.
