Relics and dust beneath 
My weary feet 
All that remains 
Of the world I remember 
Acrid and fertile the stench of decay 
Enters my mind 
And writes in my soul 
This desolate place, once so alive 
Is now dead and cold 
I envy the dead 
The grave of civilization 
It stretches all around me 
The silence is painful 
It cannot be kept out 
I’m left alone with 
The sound of emptiness 
My footfalls echo off 
The monoliths of grey concrete 
Relics and dust beneath 
My weary feet, all that remains 
Of the world I remember 
Paint with [bad word] 
Upon canvas of concrete 
The proud laid low 
Lives are rendered in bone 
Where once the hives of man 
Strove to pierce the sky 
warren of decay spreads 
For mile upon mile 
gentle blanket of ash 
Smothers remembrance and grief 
But none are left alive 
No one still breathing to weep 
Ominous mournful clouds 
Shroud the ghost of the sun 
I wander [bad word] alone 
And beg for the end [bad word] 
Skeletal remains of buildings 
Claw at the poisoned sky 
Like withered fossilised hands 
Of long dead gods 
Corpse city shells 
Of extinct titan insects 
The howl of the restless wind 
Through [bad word] pipes 
An assemblage of melancholy artifice 
The arrogant folly 
Of mankind’s avarice 
The swollen red sun sets 
For the final time 
In a thousand years 
The dead glassy earth is growing cold 
Filthy snow tumbles 
Form a sickly glowing sky 
It settles upon the endless [bad word] and bones 
There can be no return from this 
I envy the dead