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I am the last of the living. Walking corpses suffocate me, Hollow eyes staring through my soul. My heart aches for the lost. The rest have ceased their beating-- No longer do I hear the thump of pulse. I am the only one giving. Forever wandering with no destination. They'll recognize the place when they arrive. Green fungus destroyed them. It had always been life itself-- No longer do I hear the jingle of change. I am slipping. Their trivial temptations overcame them. They are no happier now than before. The sun has been blackened, flowers have withered. This lonely, parched planet crumbled to dust-- No longer do I hear the song of laughter. I had been the last of the living. Life has left me on my own.First thing I've written after a long bout with writer's block. I'm not sure if this is any good though. Written October 2nd, 2001 © on Oct 02 2001 09:51 AM PST 0 • 9
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"I am the last of the living...."