Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

Things went wrong in weird and creative ways.
Explosions of noise, bursts of light and color.
Ringing orange nonsense of my ribs being crushed.
Reeling from the impact, the whirl, the twisting anger.
On a filthy floor, bleeding, wheezing, pleading.
Rather just seep into the floor, nobody.

Nothing.
Only me and the warmth of mellow oblivion.

Make believe like you never happened.
Open a door in your mind, and just go blank.
Regret, worry, doubt, and pain are just babble.
Ease on into nowhere.