Not that I'm writing one. I just thought it would be a "grab your attention" sort of beginning (even though it is rather dark):
The water was wrinkled with rain while the city burned.
Some other lines that have been sloshing around in my brain:
I live in my head
but it's more like house arrest.
Won't You evict me?
Hmm... it became a haiku...
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