We stockpile like we're waiting for nuclear war
but our fallout already came.
We've been too devastated to eat,
the food comes in, always the same.
God cant help now, no faith
will aid this yearning,
this isolate desolation
as I watch the tides turning.
I'm void of life in these new stages,
zombie like, an emotional stone,
I shuffle on through my existence,
I'm always tired, wrecked and alone.

some days i forget what's happened,
for that brief moment there's a light in my life,
but as quick as it came it's gone,
reality cutting like a knife.
I need you now more than ever,
for support, you were my frame,
but there's not much left now,
all i can do is continue your name.

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