The Cornucopia.
It's beautiful. Glimmering. Shimmering. Around it, supplies, weapons, everything you could ever need.
Death.
That's what it is.
Blood.
Everything in there will be stained with blood. Everything in there will be touched by last words. Everything in there is death.
Everything.
Every item.
50 seconds.
Your life is counted in seconds, now. It's that short.
Maybe.
That's the word that's keeping you alive right now. That's the word that's forcing you to stay on your pedestal.
Words.
You cling onto them. They're your life now. Words of advice. Words of encouragement. Words of maybe.
Future.
That's been stolen from you. Stripped from you. They're theives. But not just one that steals your money. They steal your everything.
Stolen.
Love. Family. Friends. Dreams. Future. Life. Everything.
40 seconds.
That's my dad's age. 40. Such a big, small number.
Numbers.
That's what you are at this point. They don't care enough about you to even call you by a name.
Care.
Nobody cares anymore. Except about themselves.
Nobody.
That's all the people in this colored, bright, big place that care.
Beauty.
Beautiful things lie the most.
Lies.
That's what this all is. Just a bunch of lies.
30 seconds.
Time. It ticks. It keeps moving, rivers of it. It doesn't care what you think.
Thoughts.
Lots of them. Too many. Too much time to reflect on the life you have lived.
Reflection.
It's doesn't look like you. It looks like what people want.
Wants.
You only have one at this point: Home.
Home.
You'd kill for it now.
Kill.
Or be killed.
Death.
That word never leaves.
20 seconds.
0.3 minutes. 0.0056 hours. 0.00023 days. So insignificant.
Insignificant.
That's what you are. An ant they can crush.
Ants.
They're lucky. Really.
Luck.
You've ran out of it by this point. It's left you. Betrayed you.
Betrayal.
Everything's betrayed you.
Everything.
The same word.
10 seconds.
I've been alive 15 years.
Years.
You've got none left.
Alive.
That's gone in a second.
Gone.
Life.
Death.
It's inching towards you.
Fast.
Everything.
Slow.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nobody.
0 seconds.
Ring!
Good-bye.
Forever.
Hello everybody! I tried a new writing style. Anyways, what do you think? Sorry for the random one-shot. I was kind of bored. My grandparents, brother and dad are all watching the Twins downstairs, and I, not being a big baseball fan, was left by myself. And this is the result! Anyways, what do you think?
May the odds be ever in your favor,
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