A lonely view,
Desolate and bleak.
The ruins of my life laid out before my eyes,
The only one left to see it all,
A lone survivor of the destruction.
How did it ever come to this?
Me, left here to wander aimlessly,
Picking my way through my broken home,
Through this broken place.
Alone, afraid, hurt, angry.
Why me?
I wanted to die,
I was ready for it, prepared for oblivion.
The only one accepting of the fact
That apocalypse was come, that we deserved it all.
And the world punished me,
Decided to let me live in the chaos,
And suffer for the rest of time.
Nothing for me to do but walk,
Walk this wreckage of a world
And see how much has been destroyed.
Walk and wonder,
Am I really the only one left?
The last human...
