The Apocalypse:Survival

Vacant houses crumbling and claimed by roots or vast thickets one lives here anymore

I can still catch the scent of life

The life that once existed in this vast world

But now all that is left is the thundering rain and the herd of dead always following

Mindless and ravenous they seem to always find us here in this hell

My heart is fading and my humanity is being devoured

Rotten flesh fills a looming,doomed atmosphere

There is no escape

No end to this pit of shit

This landscape..this apocalypse damn near weathers you down to nothing

You either commit suicide or you survive and commit homicide

People are not people anymore

It is now a predatory environment

Where only the malicious survive

If you are weak you will dissipate into an early grave

Bound to become no more than a walking monster driven by hunger and rage

Civilization is now a pipe dream

But you push on or fall to pieces

That is for you to decide



About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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