When they arrived at the
scene blood was already
running down my cheek and
I knew my time was short
and that I was about
to die soon so I thought
back about my sad short
seventeen years spent on
this earth and I thought hard
about the ways I spent
my time while still alive
in a manner akin
to being dead and with
a face of stone and while
constantly plugged into
the endless world of the
Internet and sinking
into pointless fandoms
and message boards as though
running, escaping from
something just so very
indescribable and running
into all the endless
sounds of all the music
I’ve pirated and bought
and past the rows of all
the fictional characters
on my wall and in my
shelf and I realised that
what I had been running
from was nothing but the
cold reality of my
futile and pointless and
meaningless existence
and the fact that someday,
one day, I would still be
dead no matter how much
I ran from the whole world.