it's the year 2090, and still no trace of life I live in a world where war had no ends and man killed man blood shed upon the solid ground nothing left on the ground above but i'm not alone there are others who live on sheltered from the war and mans hunger for destruction although to come above ground is known to be foolish Ibelieve it is time that we start to travel and find a place untouched
------- searching above ground-------
once upon a time the sun shined through the green healthy leaves the wind would blow in our faces and carry through the fields of living breathing life. the world was untouched by toxin's and each day was a warm welcome. But now i see nothing but deserted waste. Where children once laughed and played now lay's untouched. A ghost town surrounded by only the memories of back when. Stepping upon broken glass and around run down car's i carefully wander about. I have never once seen the "mutant" creature those who traveled talked about while in the nursery. They swore these creatures where the demons who came from hell when the world was in flame's. Although their claims were far fetched most turned their nose either afraid of the truth or thinking the poison reached to their brains. i am not saying i believe them but i have no proof if they are just far fetch tale's to scare us from going to far. You see i come from a group of people who for saw the signs if the madness. Who watched everyday plans' be carried away by the higher power. They lived an everyday life to those who wouldn't think twice but when at home were the mastermind's of this game life. although i was not alive when the world came to a fight to the death i was born in the first stages of the horror's of knowing everyone else was dead. Although i never got to see the happier days' i heard stories of the greatness that the world once hold. How everyone lived in little bubble's letting life float them around. saw pictures of city's and towns. Pictures of loved one's with smile's and joy. But I also learned that some thing's are to good to be true and those once joyful smiles turned to dust. just like the waste i walk on.
Fionnia · Thu Mar 06, 2014 @ 04:22am · 0 Comments |