Living

All around me all I smell and all I taste is the scent of death, all around me I see my home falling around me like rain. This new taste in my mouth is making me ill and I'm slowly losing my faith in mankind, making me see the falsehood of our creation. Making me see the falsehood of my birth. I no longer care for anything outside my blood line for that's all that's left. In fact all I care for is nothing at all. My emotions have transformed themselves into lone hunters seeking anything they can use for sustenance. My mind, now fragile, can no longer keep up with the changing times. I'm slowly starting to hate everyone and everything around me. Only a few bridges remain to connect me with others of my same stock. Only a few lights are left to guide me, to encourage me to keep moving, to keep breathing. Only a few dying lights are left while everything else around me starts to crumble and turn to dust, only a few dying lights are left.