"For what reason do I still live on? Live here, with rats and cats and the poisoned waters? Can none think that a man such as I exists to taste the hot air of their mushrooms?" This callous voice mumbled under his breath, the frost forming at his lips and the snow piling on the trashcan near his foot. "Can they never leave me out of their wars? Why is it I find myself on the grounds of the apes throwing their garbage at each other? But no, lo and behold no... They go to war, while I starve. They feed their tanks while I have no fuel. The enemy brings me mercy, so short and sweet are the mushrooms they feed. Over my head already I can hear the whistles of death in a toothpaste tube." He sighed into his hands heavily, trying his best to preserve what remained of his violet fingers. He could feel it building up already. Not the tensions from the countries that already burst, but the tear he held back, held back fearing it would freeze his eyes, the only thing he had left.
Heavy footsteps blasted through the walls of his alley, not one stepping in. All in a cluster of the many sirens of ambulances and shrieks of children and mothers trying to hush their children. Pounding, pounding, pounding! All he could hear from the other side of the wall he hugged. "Is there no country for old men? One where one as I may roam free, restricted only by the speed my wings could flap? I cough... I wheeze. So many things I do, but to critic, I suppose is something I, and only I can do for what passes as fun. But why is it my only works I critique are the shapes of blood I find on my hands? Funny how all I see are rorschachs and... and.. and." A violent cough keeled him over. The snow was dyed in red. 595Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGy1WId6vcb
"It's... this reminds me." He thoughts as he lay there in the cold uncaring white. "So much, it reminds me so much of how mother would comfort me as a wee one. So many... so many years." He felt some warmth, it trickled from his eyes so freely, it trickled down to warm the side of his nose, the one that could still feel. "So many years ago. I can almost see her smile in this blanket of white and warmth. Mother, please hold me. Please keep me safe. Can I ask you, the last I know for some semblance of love? May I ple-" No more words ran through his mind. The air had gripped his eyes, no longer could he see. The sirens though, he could faintly hear. No more did his gut expand, not much air was left to leave his form. "For what reason do I still live on?" this he thought, and nothing more.
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