I wander
Down a road of death & destruction,
Where the smell of decomposition is overwhelming,
Where the reds come together to form black.
I wander
Looking for any signs of life,
the only ones I find are of the creatures that feed off the bones of the dead.
I wander
Listening for the smallest sound,
I hear nothing, not even a rat,
the silence is unbearable.
I wander
trying to find the end,
only to find there is no end,
the beginning where i started, seemed to have disappeared,
there is but one way out.
I come to a halt,
I look at the metallic gray object in my hand,
I aim it at myself & cock the gun,
with one last look around, I pull the trigger.
I feel that explosion of pain before everything goes numb,
now even in my death, I cannot rest in peace.
For still, I wander.