Fathom This

Silent silver specks of snow falling to the ground.
Among an endless empty battlefield, spent casings all around.
Testaments to murder and to death, lay at rest now.
Never to show life again as we pass through a ghost town.

Sprawling grand metropolis, futuristic ruins lie.
Telling tales in foreign words of times long gone by.
Destination somewhere, maybe up, we can't decide.
Where inside this dying world, a future might we find.

Fathom this.
Skeletal bombers.
Thousand years old.
Rusted out tanks.
Tribute to a dead world.

Fathom this.
With just each other.
A rifle, some food.
Some fuel and some water.
Their helmets and boots.

Months alone before new contact, there is life on this Earth.
Washing out from the sewers, a dead fish of endless worth.
Crossing black abysses climbing over fallen towers.
To reach the distant pillar and ascend in countless hours.

Gifted with photography to create new memories.
Scaling the inside of a temple to unknown deities.
Listen to the rain and let it sooth and ease your mind.
Be the ones to document the last flight of mankind.

Fathom this.
Who else is left?
Who can survive?
Billions once past.
Now all have died.

Fathom this.
How can we know?
What came before?
If you can't read.
There is no more.

Decay!
Running our minds.
Running our lives.
Running our programs.
Telling us lies.

Madness!
Tortures my soul.
Swimming in sadness.
Bathed in loneliness.
Immersed and despised.

Giants!
Watching me closely.
How can I sleep?
How can I eat?
How can I die?

Monsters!
Eating around me.
Eating beneath me.
Warning the end.
Eating my only friend.

Can you fathom this?

Fathom this.
A world dying slowly.
Embalmed in despair.
Quiet and lonely.
There's nobody there.

Fathom this.
All life disappearing.
Technology failing.
In void Earth is swallowed.
And we will follow.

Someone help us.
This city is dead!