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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fallout
[time] => 2008-01-29 07:47:19
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[bodytext] => Fallout covers your once beautiful earth, Because you put pride and greed first, Now all that is left are the mutants and the dirt, Crawling around with the cockroaches and the worms. I walk down this vacant path, Littered with my vacant past, I wonder why it is that I survived, I wonder why it is that I'm still alive? When I see all the dead bodies lying on the ground, Thrown all around, flipped flopped around. A green haze now, has arrived, I can look at the sun and it doesn't burn my eyes. All these lifeless faces staring into my once shallow eyes, Something deeper is coming my way, And I shall soon realize. Last thing I remember is a silver bright light, Piercing my vision and everyone dying, Now I roam this land alone, I wonder why me? I might never know. Have I been chosen? Is that why I'm still roaming? While everyone else is corroding, Or will my soul start eroding? While I make my way through this speckle in time, Trying to make do with what I have been given, I start to get the empty feeling, That I'm on the other side of the living. I continue down my lonely trail, Surrounded by still-life carcasses, Nothing moves, nothing breathes, Inside me, contempt starts to breed, But forget all regrets, Cut myself to bleed, To see if this is more than a dream, The nuclear fog and the shade of green, They both start to blanket me. I open the door to my now burned house, There is my body, floored like the ground, The soul I now live in feels lonely, Alone I spend for eternity. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ApocolypseJM [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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