Often I've envisioned
The demise of man
And placed myself as patient 0
The vector of the plague

Pestilence on my finger tips and soars on my cheek, I stumble around and infect and decay and inoculate hundreds of people a day
I watch as the disease spreads and the ones you love die. And know it was my fault... at least in some Way.

And as we all slowly die, and join the wandering gangs, it's the ending we deserve for all our sins and disdain.

I will walk miles to meet you
If I know you’re walking too
towards me.



Shell ✨🐚

"Bertha."

"Yes, gorgeous."

"I've been thinking..."

"Did it hurt?"

"Aha-ha, no, it was easy. Shall we get married this coming Valentine's Day?"

"That's a bit short notice, babe."

"The truth is, it's been booked for a while—St Peter's Church, 2 p.m. Everything is arranged: we have flowers, invites ready to go, and I've even got you a dress fitting appointment for tomorrow afternoon. All you have to do is say yes."

"Oh, babe... oh, my love..."

"Hey, I didn't mean to be pushy. Oh... I've made you cry. I'm so very sorry, I'll cancel..."

"No, you won't! I'm so happy. Kiss me."

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course it is! YES! YES! YES!"

tides are higher now, flooding the paths.

he walked the mud, bringing the footsteps back to us

A little girl looks up at her mother,
She says “when I get older,
I want to be a doctor, or a poet,
A dancer, or a pilot,
A lawyer, or an artist,
A designer, or a pianist”.
Her mother tells her sadly,
“Baby, I want you to be happy,
And do all the things I couldn’t possibly,
And be all the things I could never be”.

Tell me a lie
Just for a while
It’s nice to pretend
When the world is so scary
Since it’s nice to know
that I’m not the only one
Alone

His senses hold him prisoner,  
Overwhelmed and alone.  
The walls are his burden;  
The light, too much to bear.  

The soaked linen of yesterday’s news,  
Stained with fear from battles before—  
An old uniform hangs alone,  
Boots polished beside paper awards.  

Headlights cast broken shadows,  
Each a spectre of the past.  
Empty scotch bottles and cigarette burns  
Mark a slow crawl to solitude.  

Light burns through a slither 
His heart beats through the walls.  
Strangled by the sirens  
That triggered him before.  

He needs to be cradled,  
Yet no hand reaches for him.  
He sways back and forth,  
A pendulum of grief.  

Screams, muted by paralysis;  
Silence pervades the void.  
Fractured by a rasping breath  
And a crescendo of emotions.  

The warning bells pass—  
They did not come for him.  
His fragile breath of sorrow  
Whispers to an empty room.  

By Darren Wall ©