LAST CYCLE © 2008

In silence through the gloom, I crawl slowly,

Like a soldier seeking to escape in the dark.

I dodge the bullets of humans, cold and insane,

Profane gazes, like pipes, forged a thousand years ago.

The air is heavy, with a nauseating stench,

Manufactured in the sewers, where evil runs deep.

Dead rats float in the river of decay,

Echoing the screams of a world in decomposition.

But I continue in silence, through the shadowy corridors,

Averting my gaze from such cold fates.

Humanity lost, in an endless cycle,

Where the dead and the living are thus confounded.

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