I killed you, I did. Not for my amusement, but because I really wanted you out of my way. No remorse, nothing. I felt nothing.

I was Gravity, I pulled you down when you tried to fly, tried to touch the sun. You almost made it, but I dragged you down, dragged you spiralling all the way down.

I would have died anyway. My wings would have melted off in my attempt at flight. It was not of your doing, I defied you.

I was Omnipotence, I clipped off your wings, you were at my mercy. You were unable to fly, to reach, I ensured that, you were trapped with only one option, my decision.

Still, I did not give in, I did not beg. I tried to escape, I will not give you the pleasure of seeing me grovel.

I was Death, I cut off your past present future, you never were, you are not, you will never be.

Life is short, to know that I have lived, that is more than enough, there are some things you can never remove.

How did it feel like, to drown in a pool of poison mankind has created? To feel the toxic running through you, washing away all that you had, until you are just an empty shell?

How did it feel like, to know that you’re insignificant, you’ll be forgotten, as you lay struggling in the puddle of my hatred? To know that you can never touch the sun, as you still fervently tried to flap your wings?

You are nothing if I say so. You were not even given a proper burial. Your carcass lay there stupidly, just a black speck against an otherwise untainted backdrop.

Untainted. We can all be selectively blind.

Damn those stupid flies, they should have known better than to annoy me. Am going to stock up on insecticide.