Death

First the colours, Then the Humans, Thats usually how I see things, Or at least, How I try

You are going to die. Does this worry you? I urge you – don’t be afraid. I’m nothing if not fair.

your soul will be in my arms. A colour will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away

personally, I like a chocolate coloured sky. Dark, dark chocolate. people say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every colour I see – the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavours, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.

It felt as if the whole globe was dressed in snow

The plane was still coughing. Smoke was leaking from both its lungs. When it crashed, three deep gashes were made in the earth. Its wings were now sawn-off arms. No more flapping for this metallic little bird.

The pilots open mouth appeared to be smiling. A final dirty joke. Another human punchline