Omen

I left that Tyler Durden cursing, hurting, nursing, 11 broken bones, you could call it in but you got no dial tone. His chest stopped bumping and he ain't breathing at all. There was no hope for him and no one to call. I even warned that mother fucker he was about to fall. He wanted to talk back so I broke his jaw. This wasn't fight club but it was a hell of a fight. He had trouble sleeping now he sleeps day and night. I hope in all our darkness that fella found the light. His broken, ripped open, frozen body was quite the sight. Tons of gray areas in the black and white.