Standing on the front lines of destruction

Famine and solace extinguished life as we know it

Red stained waters rolling upon disturbed sand

The air is lifeless to one's eyes still opened

And silent to the expired

What was once a peaceful retreat has became panicked and strained

The sun isn't shining anymore, it's stuck behind a cloud hiding its tears

The moon no longer shows it's beauty for all to see

The stars don't shine anymore, they've become dull and rusted

The once beautiful ocean has no smile, and her waves don't peak

There is no wind felt, my hair doesn't blow anymore, the world is dead

Standing on the front lines of the end as its only survivor

Shivering and cold, shock has sit in

No blankets, no water, no way of communication

Everyone is gone...I remain on the front line

Staring and standing my ground

Weakened and tired, but determined

Fighting
A
Battle
Only
I
Can
See