a mildly terrifying poem i don't remember writing
and this is the part where
i fall
and this is the part where
i die
and this is the part where
i become
a martyr
if a lone gunman
were to walk into
this room right now
i would
sacrifice myself
even though
82% of the people
in this room
do not
deserve
to live
(by my standards,
anyway)
but then again,
i am the 82%
and if i were to die
that would decrease the toxicity level
of this room
by 9%
and that
is quite
a significant decrease