"black tar"

Mental whirlwind,

Was sent into a tailspin,

Destroying buildings and killing civilians

On the way down.

The plane exploded on impact,

But my body remained intact,

And I stood up and tried to walk away from the wreckage,

But I could not, my feet stuck in black tar.

And so, doomed to stand there, slow motion,

I admired the wreckage I had caused,

The buildings crushed, the people killed;

I looked upon the destruction with a sadness so great,

That to save my sanity,

I turned the sadness into emptiness,

The emptiness into apathy,

And I watched while everything burned away.

I watched the fires get higher,

Until the black tipped flames touched clouds;

I could feel the heat but was not physically burned,

And so I stood there until my body turned into rock,

I am a statue preserving a time long gone.