Green Light

The uplifting feeling of seeing the light come closer and closer out of the darkness, you're waiting to be accepted into heaven, salvation is at your finger tips. It isn't the light of G-d, you're about to get hit by a car going 80 in a 50 at ten o'clock at night.

Blood crowns your head, bone splits your skin pointing sharply into the night time air. A large lump is on your thigh as your femur was snapped like a twig and proceeded to force up the flesh between your skin and its jagged end.

You're dead, there's no question about that. Imagine if there was a light coming towards you as you enter the pearly gates of G-d almighty. I chuckle at the thought that some would probably run this time for fear they were about to be hit again. But it is disrespectful to laugh at those who die so I'll make it a brief chuckle under my breath so no one looks at me as a sadist as I peer down at the body illuminated by those brilliant blue lights of our emergency service team.

I sound like a right fucked up freak. Strange thing is, is that you would never expect my thoughts to procure such sick disturbing images. Odd really. I don't think these things during my normal life, I don't stare at a person and imagine them sprawled on a road wondering my reaction. I am a fairly balanced individual. Odd really.

I wish you could meet me. That would be my true work of art. To see your face as I am revealed not to be the junkie with a Crack addiction, or the emo sitting in the corner slitting his wrists crying about how little he perceived his mother to love him.

This is me though, what I write is me, I believe completely. Just my exterior doesn't match my interior.

Well, Fitzgerald was right, what a wonderful Green Light that appears to be.








I am happy.