Dark,

 

 

 

                             Desolate, Places,

                             Where acid rain

 

                                                     Falls

 

                                                                      From the

 

                                                                                                  Sky,

 

                        Burning through your umbrella while you try to

                                                                                             Hide,

 

                       Run

                                              Don't walk.                        

                       For when the acid touches your skin,

                       The

                       Pain

                       Will

                        Be

                        Unbearable

                        And

                        Your

                        Flesh

                        Will

                        Melt

                        Like

                        Butter.

Dark,

                        Desolate, places,

                        Where you hear babies cry of

                                                               Starvation and neglect,

                        While mothers stand on the streets holding out their

                                                                               Decaying,

                                                                                     Bloody,

                                                                                           Hands,

                        And beg, but only hope to receive a simple crumb or drop of water.

Dark,

                        Desolate, places,

                        Where dead decomposing bodies are piled, sky high, in a ditch

                        And the starving, boney, rabid cats and dogs gather,

                        Searching for the last piece of

Human

Flesh

        To devour,

                        And waiting for the next dead human to fall right in.

Dark,

                        Desolate, places,

                        Where water is so rare the oceans, rivers, lakes, and ponds

                                                                      Have become completely dry,

                        And the dads who go hunting for water

                                                                                    Kill each other

  Over                                                

       A

         Single

              Drop.

Dark,

                        Desolate, places,

                        Where the rich live in the underground tunnel-lands,

                        Hiding from reality and filth,

                        The more money,  the better protection you get from the

                                                                                               Rotting

                                                                                                    World,

                        People refuse to pay for their loved ones,

                                                                                  They

                                                                                        Only

                                                                                            Care

                                                                                                About

                                                                                      Themselves.

                        They would rather have better shelter and be alone

                                                            Then spare a couple dollars 

                                                                                                To

                                                                                                   Save

                                                                                               The

                                                           Ones they “love.”                              

                         They let them sit up there and die in the desolate place.

                         Rarely coming above ground, to view reality

                         They sit down their

Spoiled,

With all the

Food

And

Water

                                                               They want,

                         While above ground

                                                People are

                                                Suffering,

                                                Dying,

                                                Killing,

                                                Rotting,

                                                And eating each other if needed to, to survive.

Dark,

                        Desolate, places,

                        Where the government ran itself into the ground,

                        Using all the resources

                                                               Unwisely,

                        Killing all the necessities humans

                                                                                    Need    

                                                                                          To

                                                                                                Live.

                        With no care about our water,

                                          No care about our plants,animals, or land,

                                                   No care about anyone but themselves,

                                                         No care about the world around them.

                        The world’s crashing and burning.

Dark,

                        Desolate, places,

                                    This is tomorrow's future.