The name

Your death is yourself

My name is Jonah...

I have started my newest job. I work as night janitorial staff for "Ed's Cola" factory. It is a bit of a ways from my little shack of a house, but the thought stays the same, money is money.

Starting this job I knew i would be the only person on my shift, so i decided to bring my mp3 player for minimal entertainment while i clean up. It is an interesting atmosphere in the factory tonight, something feels just a bit off. I keep the thought in my head, money is money.

I don't really care much for the dampness of the factory, nor do I care that much for cola of any kind, but it doesn't matter, money is money.

TIME PASSES

It is beginning to grow tiresome, swabbing the cement floor over and over again. So, I declare it's time for my break. I believe I'll enjoy it in the restroom today. Slowly I nod off.

you know my name

i know you

and i am here

for what we share

Suddenly I hear a snap, which jolts me awake. It was only a rat loosing its life in a trap. Something has changed though....my hands are covered in liquid. I open my eyes again my hands are covered in blood. Maybe i got a cut while cleaning up, accidents happen. I doze off again.

money is money

I awake again to see it is deep into the night. I hear a knocking sound, it is probably a rat. I go to wash my face in the mirror, still half asleep, i wash the blood off my hands. As it leaves my skin, my arms begin going numb. Maybe I overworked myself today. I look up into the mirror.....and there it is, a bloodied corpse staring me in the eyes. I am stuck in the horror of what I am facing. As soon as I blinked, it is gone, but I am on the floor slowly bleeding out, I can feel my life leaving me. Before I black out of my worthless life, the final image of life passes me. The corpse returns looking down at me and speaks, "My name is Jonah".

Life fades out.

Money is money.