Artist

So I may have mentioned that I was an amateur writer. Here is a little something something to start you off.

Artist

Air flutters my cloths.
I’m looking down at greatness.
My creation. My masterpiece.
The concern I felt has vanished.
The canvas spread before me is almost complete.
A cityscape, densely populated.
A few of the faces look up to the heavens,
screaming to god, getting no answer.
Others are huddled together, feeling loved.
All this as the bodies burn.
Near by a building crumbles.
They scatter.
Flames leap from there bodies.
I stand on the rooftop of my building.
A high skyscraper of a building.
My accomplishment below me.
I can hear their screams.
The sounds merge together to form a symphony of carnage.
The soundtrack of my movie.
The ground beneath me trembles.
I may just join my masterpiece.
It brings a smile to my face.
I wish they could see what I see.
It’s breathtaking.