The alarm screamed.

It was a red light.

I woke in the dark.

My hands were shaking.

I put on the boots.

The leather was cold.

I pulled on the uniform.

The fabric was stiff.

I checked the belt.

The buckle was tight.

I looked in the mirror.

My eyes were hollow.

I am a man who keeps order.

I am a man who breaks things.

I walked to the car.

The air was thin.

The sky was gray.

I drove to the station.

The building was tall.

It was made of stone.

It stood against the hill.

I went inside.

The lights were bright.

The floor was hard.

I sat at my desk.

I waited.

The phone rang.

I picked it up.

"Chief," I said.

My voice was flat.

They told me where to go.

It was a house.

It was a big house.

It was on the east side.

I went there.

The door was open.

The air smelled like dust.

I walked in.

The floorboards creaked.

I found the man.

He was on the floor.

He was bleeding.

He looked at me.

His eyes were wild.

I held the gun.

My hand was steady.

I was the law.

I was the wall.

I did not fire.

I put the gun away.

I took off my badge.

The metal was heavy.

I put it in my pocket.

I looked at the man.

He was crying.

I felt nothing.

I turned away.

I walked out.

The sun was rising.

It was pale.

It was cold.

I went to the car.

I drove home.

The road was empty.

The trees were bare.

I thought about my father.

He was a soldier.

He wore a helmet.

The helmet was steel.

It was dented.

He kept it on the shelf.

It was the only thing he had left.

He died in the war.

He died for nothing.

The helmet stayed there.

It did not rot.

It did not fade.

It was just there.

I looked at my own hands.

They were clean.

They were empty.

I am not a hero.

I am a tool.

The tool is dull.

The tool is rusted.

I went to work again.

The days passed.

The night came.

The alarm screamed.

It was a red light.

I woke in the dark.

My hands were shaking.

I put on the boots.

The leather was cold.

I pulled on the uniform.

The fabric was stiff.

I checked the belt.

The buckle was tight.

I looked in the mirror.

My eyes were hollow.

I am a man who keeps order.

I am a man who breaks things.

I walked to the car.

The air was thin.

The sky was gray.

I drove to the station.

The building was tall.

It was made of stone.

It stood against the hill.

I went inside.

The lights were bright.

The floor was hard.

I sat at my desk.

I waited.

The phone rang.

I picked it up.

"Chief," I said.

My voice was flat.

They told me where to go.

It was a prison.

It was a dark place.

It was a deep place.

I went there.

The door was locked.

The air smelled like fear.

I walked in.

The metal was cold.

I found the cell.

The man was inside.

He was sitting on the bed.

He was not bleeding.

He was not crying.

He looked at me.

His eyes were calm.

I held the gun.

My hand was steady.

I was the law.

I was the wall.

I did not fire.

I put the gun away.

I took off my badge.

The metal was heavy.

I put it in my pocket.

I looked at the man.

He smiled.

I felt something break.

I turned away.

I walked out.

The sun was setting.

It was red.

It was hot.

I went to the car.

I drove home.

The road was wet.

The leaves were wet.

I thought about my son.

He was small.

He had my eyes.

He was afraid of the dark.

He was afraid of the noise.

I held him.

He held my neck.

His grip was tight.

His grip was strong.

He did not let go.

I did not let go.

We were one.

Then he was gone.

He grew up.

He left.

He was like me.

He was strong.

He was quiet.

He was alone.

I looked at the house.

The house was old.

The house was quiet.

I went inside.

The stairs were steep.

The floor was silent.

I went to the shelf.

The helmet was there.

The steel was dark.

The steel was dead.

I picked it up.

It was light.

It was empty.

I put it on my head.

It did not fit.

It was too big.

It was too small.

I took it off.

I put it back.

I sat in the chair.

The chair was hard.

The room was dark.

I waited.

The night was long.

The night was deep.

The night was mine.

The truth is simple.

The truth is hard.

The truth is blood.

The truth is bone.

I am not free.

I am not bound.

I am just here.

I am the shadow.

The shadow stays.

The shadow waits.

The shadow does not die.

The helmet stays.

The helmet waits.

The helmet does not die.

I am the man.

The man is the helmet.

The helmet is the man.

We are together.

We are apart.

We are the same.

The light came.

The light was pale.

The light was cold.

The light was gone.

The dark came.

The dark was deep.

The dark was warm.

The dark was home.

I closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes.

I was still here.

I was still me.

The helmet was there.

The helmet was empty.

I was empty.

I was full.

I was nothing.

I was everything.

The end was not an end.

The start was not a start.

It was a loop.

It was a circle.

It was a stone.

It was a breath.

I took a breath.

The air was thin.

The air was cold.

I let it go.

The silence was loud.

The silence was deep.

The silence was mine.

I am the keeper.

I am the door.

I am the key.

I am the lock.

I am the room.

I am the night.

I am the dark.

I am the man.

I am the helmet.

I am the steel.

I am the rust.

I am the blood.

I am the bone.

I am the dust.

I am the ash.

I am the fire.

I am the smoke.

I am the wind.

I am the rain.

I am the stone.

I am the tree.

I am the root.

I am the leaf.

I am the branch.

I am the wood.

I am the bark.

I am the skin.

I am the flesh.

I am the soul.

I am the ghost.

I am the memory.

I am the dream.

I am the lie.

I am the truth.

I am the lie.

I am the truth.

I am the lie.

I am the truth.

I am the lie.

I am the truth.

I am the lie.

I am the truth.

The helmet stayed.

The helmet stayed.

The helmet stayed.

I stayed.

I stayed.

I stayed.

The night was long.

The night was deep.

The night was mine.

I was free.

I was free.

I was free.

The price was high.

The price was me.

The price was my name.

The price was my face.

The price was my soul.

I paid it.

I paid it.

I paid it.

The helmet was empty.

The helmet was full.

The helmet was me.

The helmet was not me.

The helmet was the void.

The helmet was the void.

The helmet was the void.

I was the void.

I was the void.

I was the void.

The light came.

The light was pale.

The light was cold.

The light was gone.

The dark came.

The dark was deep.

The dark was warm.

The dark was home.

I was home.

I was home.

I was home.

The end was near.

The end was here.

The end was now.

I was here.

I was now.

I was here.

The helmet stayed.

The helmet stayed.

The helmet stayed.

I stayed.

I stayed.

I stayed.

The silence was loud.

The silence was deep.

The silence was mine.

I was the silence.

I was the silence.

I was the silence.

The story was over.

The story was not over.

The story was always here.

The story was always now.

The story was always me.

The helmet was always here.

The helmet was always now.

The helmet was always me.

We were always here.

We were always now.

We were always me.

We were always the void.

We were always the full.

We were always the empty.

We were always the full.

We were always the empty.

We were always the full.

We were always the empty.

We were always the full.

We were always the empty.

The end.

The end.

The end.

I am the end.

I am the end.

I am the end.