The Plague

I no longer have anything of my own,
No longer do I obtain that which is a home,
Bodies falling to the ground,
I'm the only one left around.

It all started days ago,
The street no longer has its rapid flow,
Screaming, mourning fall deaf upon my ear,
I'm the only one left around.

It's called the Smoogles, they drain your nutrition,
They'll starve you out like a war of attrition,
I am so alone, and death bound,
I'm the only one left around.

It's deadly contagious, as you may see,
It will take your life as its fee,
Not living life is my only regret,
I'm the only one left around.

It came unexpected, like a stalker in the dark,
But one thing is for certain, it left its mark,
It will sneak up on you without making a sound,
I'm the only one left around.

It's beginning to effect me, I feel quite weak,
My chances of surviving are looking quite bleak,
I lay down, and close my eyes,
There is no one left around.