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[sid] => 19561
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => the end of everything
[time] => 2003-06-25 14:05:00
[hometext] => post apocalypse scrawl. insert your own end of the world fantasy, then read on. enjoy.
[bodytext] => the clouds have given way to Void each star, drowned in the lake of Night all the lines in the world have blurred becoming one, too soon undone indestructible, yet incapable of self-preservation time has lost all meaning if it even exists anymore disease has spread far and wide like the legs of a god/whore through the eyes of those who have already died everything is black and the pain is so far away like the soft whispers in their heads the maggots growing fat inside the few, unlucky enough to have survived are learning volumes about themselves as they gnaw on the meat of fallen friends and loved ones, still breathing, but too weak to fight the laughter of god Irony rips across the world shaking the flaming holes in the sky toppling the few structures still intact and doubling the count of madness in the survivors hideous creatures roam the fields now it's hard to tell if they're human, or mutant or merely lost demons starving from the lack of soul in caves and mountains, the rich hide, weary convinced it's all a joke eventually, they will go mad and claw out their own eyes and die, surrounded by their useless money some of the so-called "atheists" have branded "666" into their heads and hands beLIEvers after all i've shot everyone i've found i broke my leg last week i found some crutches and i'm getting around okay but i see the stronger ones eyeing me i'm sure it won't be long i saw my wife yesterday (she went mad when "it" happened and fled for....well, i don't know where she went) she didn't even recognize me the left side of her face was just a lump of charred meat and her whole body convulsed as she walked she was gibbering something about "the judgment" i shot her out of pure sympathy i said "yesterday" didn't i? i have to judge time by when i sleep when i wake up, it's tomorrow it's the only way to tell time since the sun burnt out it's not so much the fear of death that keeps me going or fear of the "hereafter" it's just that,...existing is all i know this is all i've ever done i can't even hide it from myself anymore i'm scared i'm filled with a profoundly deep sense of terror an advanced understanding of mortality afforded only to those about to die the stronger ones are going to come for me tonight i can sense it somehow but, i am prepared i made sure to set one bullet aside for this specific purpose looking out the window one more time it just makes me sick the broken buildings ringing the city like the jagged spine of a coiled snake the fire-holes in the sky the zombies(,....well, let's face it that's what they are now) the zombies feasting on one another below well, i guess i'll go now i'm going to seal this transcript in the wall of my bedroom and then lie on the bed and shoot myself i wonder if i'll feel it when the others eat me if a part of me will be forever branded in their minds or if i'll just be eaten and ***** out don't guess it matters i can hear the stronger ones shuffling up the stairs and their footsteps sound like a familiar voice finally calling me home [comments] => 4 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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