P.G.W

No time, no thought could have created a world much like ours. Hope was lost. everything we knew has vanished. This precious planet we call home is no more. We no longer exist. Written down in history. Scared amongst ourselves.  This is our punishment. This is what we created. These monsters within have been released. True reflection can be shown. True immortality can't be released.  All in motion everything changes. Time speeds up, thoughts become clear. Clouds of rain slowly began to disappear. Peaks of mountains can slowly be seen. Through the pink misty sun rise, boundaries start to appear. Thick walls of a heart beat, slowly beats its ways. These inner scars can't be erased, monsters within have vanished away. Angles of darkness still linger around. hope is gone for those who see. Sleep walking in time is all i'll ever be.
Creeping, and peaking its way up. It's all an illusion, this can't be. Perfect smile erased from time. Nightmares of terrors, shadows of screams, worst fear is yet to be.
Nuclear stench lingers around. Pilled up bodies fill air. Bloodshed gloom's the piercing skin. Flesh torn open by those who hurt. Ash people stain the concrete town. An old women clenches her burnt daughter. Flesh peeling off the cold crisp corpse. Eyes glazed over with toxic fate. It is what has become of the human race. We let this darkness take over. Without a word the world is gone.