uncaring There is a reassuringly familiar raptor circling in the air above me, black enough to suck all light from the tiny room, my cell.
aberrant Its cries pierce my ears, and I can do nothing but sit in stagnant, routine horror as it dives toward me, talons crashing into the back of my skull.
inadequate On contact with my brain, the claws turn to viscous ink. It flows forward, coating my eyes and throwing my world into shadow. I feel it slither down my throat.
nescient The ink touches my spine and spreads down my body. It drips from my fingers, staining everything I touch.
selfish My senses dull, and my muscles weaken. It is a struggle just to breathe; every inhale fills my lungs with more ink. I sink to the floor. Still the bird does not leave.
coward I know why he is here. I know what I am. This is my penance, my place. There is comfort in that.
worthless The crowd flows around me, oblivious to my private torment.
outcast And so I walk amongst the living.