donderdag 29 december 2011


Soon we’ll drag our bodies over radiated streets

And the black clouds will release half-life sleet

Nothing but vapid futures

Drenched in hopelessness  

Scattered carcasses


Skinless hands and a deranged post pretty face

Begging for some water and asylum

In this vast radioactive asylum


And the dogs run in packs devouring everything they can

What else did you expect from our k-9 friends?

That they would master the ability of opening a tin can?


Everything blackened and the soil dead

The black clouds prevent the sun from omitting light

Gravity we feel the gravity of things

Some scraped their names into black barren walls

hoping their names will be remembered


But how will one remember if one lost the ability

to differentiate June from September?

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