Cryonautical

I'm waiting for the Apocalypse, so i can hold your frail body against mine. Waiting for the burning air, the distant screams, and falling ash so that we might fall in love again. Searching for a scorched sky that blocks out the sun so i might witness your tender caress.

Dead trees, black and gnarled, pierce the barren landscape like ribs poking through a rotting carcass. A hopeless dismal gray sky strangles the sunlight, choking out the color, smearing an oily glow across the memories of life once beautiful. The sound of misery rings out like a dull hum in the background, chiming in with the chorus of a distant loneliness.

I'll stagger through this alone, this twisted stinking road. Clothes ragged, mind ravaged. Fighting off the homeless and the drunks. My youth, long since drained by the vampires of my past. The only thing left is the scar on my back and the doomed, stretchering out in front of me like warning signs. Sign posts of the damned.