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the end of everything

Contributed by Cancer on Wednesday, 25th June 2003 @ 02:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



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




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-06-25 14:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: the end of everything (User Rating: 1 )
by norm on Wednesday, 25th June 2003 @ 03:33:10 PM AEST
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You have instilled in your poem a good
and proper pound of pathos, misery and
death without end.
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it makes the thought of tomorrow, a thing of yesterday...Now that it's seen, where can one get peace?



Re: the end of everything (User Rating: 1 )
by wyrd_faerie on Wednesday, 25th June 2003 @ 05:23:22 PM AEST
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wow...how do you write like that? this is incredible...


Re: the end of everything (User Rating: 1 )
by hardcoreputa on Thursday, 26th June 2003 @ 04:08:17 PM AEST
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wow.... just wow... i have to read it again... such an imagination... i am speechless ~Apryl


Re: the end of everything (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Friday, 27th June 2003 @ 09:02:45 PM AEST
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Roy how u put together your poems never cease to amaze me. This was f*ck*ng brilliant although the part with yer leg broken seemed a bit out of place. You painted a most depressing, vivid picture in my mind. Totally and completely awesome.

Bobo (Joel)




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