They all cried out as I hit the pavement. My muscles constricted my lungs, and I struggled for air. Gasping and wheezing; They whispered lies into my friends' hearts. They killed my spirit, my joy. They killed my hope that the world could change. I clutched my chest as the wound cried my life onto the earth. They cheered in victory of my inevitable vain glorious death. My rattled breath, my life lay bare around me, and I stared at the sky through the trees... it was a beautiful day to die; and with my last breath, "I, Perseus Leon Achilles Jackson, release all ties to this plane. Thou hast shown thy true colors and I curse thee to knowth thine misery." Somewhere very far away, a malignant voice spoke....