A Post Apocalyptic Poem
All these days are filled with rust,
With nothing living on the earth’s crust.
Ships and cars and planes and hearts,
Are all that you’ll find,
But who said that the human race has become refined?
Perhaps the era of technology has ended,
And most souls of the past have descended,
But we are still human after all…
Maybe it’s the feeling inside when we see another,
The rush of excitement, pain, fear and the next world,
Maybe it’s the thought of putting down,
What has so much to offer just for your own needs,
I don’t see a difference from this world and the last,
Perhaps someone I stumble apon will shut me down fast,
Or perhaps they will nod and walk on, right past.
[by Lewis Cavallo]
Outfit (incl boots): Moon Elixir – “Lark”
Hair: No.Match – “No.Border”
Location: Ironwood Hills
Model & Photographer: Wicca Merlin