never seen the future coming that day before you went to work. put your shirt and tie on and thought about how there's nothing worse than working mornings, than the 9-to-5, and the rat race that you're forced to live just in order to survive. got to do what you've got to do to get by. it was due to be a busy day, but it'd be hellish either way. "just look forward," you'd say, "to the moment we escape"... and isn't that the tragedy? that at the core of all this brutality we're still hoping for something better, we're all longing for something better... you never got the chance though. time caught up with you - as the same maze that trapped you in pinned you down and stamped on you. there was no choice given this time to survive. one minute you were there, the next you were gone; as the wave appeared, crashed over you. the panic and pain was followed by calm; this was the modern murder of a modern man.

your sister got a phonecall from a woman at the hospital, but she quickly put the phone down, as if ignoring it would reverse it somehow. but when she turned the television on, she seen your face and heard your name and it set in that it was true - at 34 years old they'd taken you. it was only yesterday you were dreaming about all the things you wanted to do. just another tragic death in such a callous world. and every newspaper editor whispered your name; but they were only interested in selling a story. some were outraged, some even cried. but where were all of these people the day that you died? one minute you were there, the next you were gone. and when the drama subsided you were forgotten; just another tragedy that happened yesterday, not even a blip on the radar of history. and everybody was outraged. and everybody cried. but where was everybody the day that you died?