I walk a world that is bereft of live. I trip over a long dead stump of a tree that is sticking diagonally out of the crumbling dry earth. I am so terribly thirsty. But I know there is nothing. Nothing to quench the terrible dryness that is my mouth and my body. I need water. But I have used my only chance.

I had money. The kind of money that lets you change the world in a blink of your greedy eye. I envisioned a land that was covered in man made creations.

But there are limits. I didn't think of them. But I do now. I look at the grey, characterless horizon. I remember my failure. My dreams. My devastation.

It was going so well. I had the world under my fingertips. I have the ability to shape the world. I used it so so wrong.

I trip over my second dead stump. The stump that should have been a ten foot high apartment block. I remember it going wrong.

I sit on the stump, and stare at death. Hunger courses through my body. I can't stand this. I slide off the stump of my mistakes. I feel it coming. I join my land in the never ending blackness that is my death. I deserve this.