Do you remember
in the midst of December
over burnt down wood and ember
reminding you of distant warm memories
of a long gone September
Say, do you recall
the great and foreseen fall
the big curtain call
the end of it all
Did you feel cold
when the life you knew came to a halt
nothing made sense anymore
of what you've been told before
You thought of dying
by your own hands, no denying
til this new found will to live
now there was nothing left to forgive
Takes you back to the roots
proudly walking in those boots
Living off the land
bow in hand
Teaches you anew to be in awe
able to see the beauty of nature once more
shows you its forces and how it can make everything break
how it doesn't need your approval, how it can give and take
And you remember it now
as you saw yourself hanging of this bough
You asked for this
"give me a quiet apocalypse"
Inspired by a beautiful game called The Long Dark in which you wander a post apocalyptic world and live with and fight against nature. No zombies, no magic. Just you, nature and its forces. I always loved the idea of having to go back to the roots like this. An escape from today's disconnected life. Nature is but an echo. Take me back.