A loner's prayer."I am somehow permanent;I cannot be erased."I say this when I'm lonely;Even though it's not the case.I get so scared sometimes; Afraid my life's a waste."I am somehow permanent;I cannot be erased."
NostrumUtopiathey called itmore of a dystopiawe were stumblingwaiting for anoasis mirage, a salvationquestioning our existencequestioning the futureformation of heliumand hydrogen as welay transfixed at whatmaylay beyondThenone eternity laterone unfathomableindefinablemoment laterwe were nothing morethan blasted bitsforsaken fossilsof moronic blissvolatileragdollscenturies laterlife still leaked from our poreswe slipped into dream cast eyesreduced to fibrous beingsbelieve, we sighed in the breezeincredulously...our words clutteredthe spaces of electrons!That was the timeour dead remotemindsstill dreamed ofawakeningwhen our planetstill had hopeNow it is the temporal length of eventwhen the nuclear cloudwhen the harsh messof skin, tissue, bone and decayradiates to the injured heartsand diseases themin ways the worldcould have somehowmaybeturned awayeleventh hour gonewe told you whatiscomingwe told you to believeCan you recognise the apocalyp