Whose mind is the quicker;
Who shall be the first to fall,
Or shall either fall at all?
I say that with dimming eyes, after all.

I see them now-- the fluid grey stretched out before me. They move in rhythm, in time, as if to the beat of some unknown drum. With a million lips moving and a million voices carried through the air, they carry on with all they do.

They disgust me.

I see them now-- they live by signal. Reflections cast onto glass, they move in every direction. They seem intertwined, if only for the slightest of instants. A passing glance, an embrace to another-- they look to connect.

I hate them.

I see them now-- the union achieved, this synchronization in and of itself. Just a single mass moving all at once, a system perfect in design. They are the link between sky and earth. The grey blends the horizon.

They should die.

I stand still.
Hand me my demise-
On a silver platter.
I glance at you, I see you fall.
Dead.
I could be God.
Then I turn-
A graceful mirror . . .
If looks could kill-
I wake up.
Purgatory never gave such a sweet dream . . .

I was soon awoken by the cell door slamming; it was a warm welcome from the outside world. My eyes fluttered for a moment to gain my awareness, I don’t have much recollection of the previous events but I am here. The plate slides across the floor; hitting the led of the slab they call my bed. I haven’t quite felt like my old self so I let the food sit, plates have been piling up for the rats to scurry away with my food.

It is a dangerous world out there. Every single day many people were killed. Those foolish enough to let people know of their name or see their face, that is.

Thoughts can kill, as the old saying had said. For centuries mankind had thought it was a mere figurative speech about how ideas are infectious and how ideas can kill a man.

Little did they know it was meant to be literal. How the men of ancient world knew was besides the point. In year two thousand and eight, a man suddenly discovered his ability to harm, or kill, a man simply by thought. By year two thousand and ten there were more, a lot more. By year two thousand and fifteen, it was discovered that actually all humans had the ability.