The crash landing came fast and hard. It feels like a bomb exploded in here yet the landscape of the room remains intact.
Yes, the walls are still standing
but my legs have suddenly disintegrated and I find myself teetering on the edge of reality.
Your sense of balance however,
appears to be wholly unfazed by the napalm blast that has just dropped from your mouth.
Your face though, is beginning to melt.
It's folding in on itself.
I can see spasms of pain and regret rippling across it, turning it into a mask of a man I no longer recognize.
Who are you?
Who is this stranger with a bazooka come to lay waste to everything we have built?
I can see the stranger has something to say.
His lips are moving but the screams in my head are drowning out his words.
What does it matter any way?
Words can make no difference.
Anything that can be said will seem like a foreign language to me.
I am a stranger in a strange land now,
and all my sign posts have been blasted away.
And the love I thought we shared...
is drifting down like ashes...
to settle like death at your feet