I was in a nature of visions and twisted rulers, the kings of mercy had murdered themselves. And the darkness was coming towards me. The corpse of my twin lay bare in front of me, as I struggled to impale him further with my spear. It was platinum coated, harmful to the naked eye, filled with apple cider. It shined brightly in the evening sun, shined like the universe was smiling upon my murderous revenge. Smiling with hatred, mutual hatred for a common enemy. I had to get home to my girlfriend. She was expecting, and she was expecting me. It wasn’t mine, but it was ok. It was my twin’s. I supposed I would raise him now. I pulled the spear out and uttered the magic words. He sprang to life, and ran away. Next day the papers were filled with my story; extra extra, twin kills his brother, brings him back to life. I went to his house and shot him, then buried his body under the bridge we used to play at when we were seven. The bridge over the river consciousness. A word floated toward me. “RUINATION”. I grabbed the n and held on as if my life depended on it. He never liked that bridge. He never liked the river. Said it was too cold, and despondent. He never liked me either. “I don’t like you.” That was what he always said to me. I would tell him a joke, and he would tell me how much he hated me. I was struggling, struggling, I was always struggling. The “ation” popped off and knocked me over. “RUIN” floated down the river, bobbing and weaving, inside and out, inside and out of the water. I watched until I couldn’t watch anymore. The corpse of my old self came to life, and it shoved me in the river. I went tumbling, tumbling tumbling over a waterfall, hit my head on some rocks. It knocked me out. The next morning I woke up, bleeding, dead on the asphalt, dead in my own skin. I tried to run home, I tried, I swear I tried to run home to you. But my legs wouldn’t work. I was laying bleeding dead on the asphalt trying to ruin to you, I mean run to you, and I couldn’t try anymore. I just couldn’t. I tried for days and days, but I just couldn’t try anymore. You’ll have to forgive me, I’m only human. I just can’t try anymore.