Chaos is the weather of the day
raging its fury and madness on all beings
Every drop of sanity left is far more precious
than the diamonds we craved
reducing mountains to rumble in our greed
Standing by a hidden window
I witness the drops of sanity
slowly being swallowed by chaos' infinite army
Fear runs freely through my veins
gathering followers in each cell it passes
My trembling fingers can barely hold onto the curtains
that hide me from chaos' dark forces
Its too cold to even try to sweat out
all the confusion and fear that runs freely inside me
My feet once planted firmly on the ground
now slowly turn to liquid
melting my resolve to keep fighting
Just 20 feet up a dark forgotten building we hide.
The last few drops of sanity left
in a ferocious universe of death and decay
Our number is slowly dwindling too
I feel my mind losing its control
over any stray hope or might left within to survive
But then,
Hope quietly walks in
wrapping his arms like thick steel bands of resolve
strengthening my feet
and burning away the fear with its warmth
Hope pulls me towards his warm beating chest
chasing away the icy breath of fear
that took hold of my weak body
Hope slowly walks us back
to the lone camp bed
whispering words which fall
like soothing waterfalls
drowning my soul
Hope looks me in the eye
shooting all his strength into me
inflating my body with his resolve
Hope sits beside me through the
shrieks and cries of sanity being wiped out
protecting me from sanity's doomed fate
Like a warm ray of sunlight
Hope stands tall
keeping the final dregs of sanity aflame
giving just the warmth and strength needed to survive
Day by day I watch with rapt curiosity as
Hope plans our final escape
to paradise or hell all depends
on luck
But with Hope by my side
I need not company of chance and luck
who are strangers to my being
In you I believe
In you rests all my faith
and should we all be turned in tomorrow's rising sun
I shall be glad to have been wiped away
with Hope by my side.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Chaos is the weather of the day
raging its fury and madness on all beings
Every drop of sanity left is far more precious
than the diamonds we craved
reducing mountains to rumble in our greed
Standing by a hidden window
I witness the drops of sanity
slowly being swallowed by chaos' infinite army
Fear runs freely through my veins
gathering followers in each cell it passes
My trembling fingers can barely hold onto the curtains
that hide me from chaos' dark forces
Its too cold to even try to sweat out
all the confusion and fear that runs freely inside me
My feet once planted firmly on the ground
now slowly turn to liquid
melting my resolve to keep fighting
Just 20 feet up a dark forgotten building we hide.
The last few drops of sanity left
in a ferocious universe of death and decay
Our number is slowly dwindling too
I feel my mind losing its control
over any stray hope or might left within to survive
But then,
Hope quietly walks in
wrapping his arms like thick steel bands of resolve
strengthening my feet
and burning away the fear with its warmth
Hope pulls me towards his warm beating chest
chasing away the icy breath of fear
that took hold of my weak body
Hope slowly walks us back
to the lone camp bed
whispering words which fall
like soothing waterfalls
drowning my soul
Hope looks me in the eye
shooting all his strength into me
inflating my body with his resolve
Hope sits beside me through the
shrieks and cries of sanity being wiped out
protecting me from sanity's doomed fate
Like a warm ray of sunlight
Hope stands tall
keeping the final dregs of sanity aflame
giving just the warmth and strength needed to survive
Day by day I watch with rapt curiosity as
Hope plans our final escape
to paradise or hell all depends
on luck
But with Hope by my side
I need not company of chance and luck
who are strangers to my being
In you I believe
In you rests all my faith
and should we all be turned in tomorrow's rising sun
I shall be glad to have been wiped away
with Hope by my side.
This came to me after my friend and I sat one day discussing what if a zombie apocalypse was on us. we sat and actually planned our plan of escape and who we'd want to take along with us.
We've been obsessed with zombies ever since.
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