Hellscape

A world caving in,

this unbearable weight

is overtaking me.

Pushing ourselves further on

across a nuclear dust bowl.

No hope, no air, and no rest.

Every time I breathe it feels like a sickness.

Scrounging for every morsel

and respite in the shade.

If the radioactive winds take me,

don't shed any tears over my grave.

Fake alliances always run their course.

Think we're safe, just to be betrayed.

And the cycle repeats – that's just the fucking way it is.

Tell me it's gonna get better.

Hah! Don't believe you.

Life in this barren hellscape is torture

skin as tough as leather,

but at least it's ours to endure together.

Scratch and claw away at this life

'til our fingers bleed

and my last gasp is

the most, most blasphemous curse.