Martyrdom

The long corridor of the shelter accuses me, and waves of solitude overwhelm me
I just wanted a decent death, without shirking our inevitable end
I don't want to be the last, condemned to haunt this scorched earth
Irony of fate
Our existence here is futile and narrow is our perception
Our end will have no impact
Finally, what have we changed? From big bang, nothing new
Nothing lost, nothing gained
We die alone
Grey Leviathan blinds the sky, reducing humanity to dust
Our future is dead
Forever nailed to obscurity
I lay down, close my eyes, feel that burning liquid through my veins
I'm leaving this place, accepting my own apocalypse
Grey Leviathan blinds the sky, reducing humanity to dust
I accept my own apocalypse
This day is black