The Sole Survivor
I race through city streets to find an end;
The cold cement, my dearest friend.
Sweats and shivers claw up my spine,
Constricting it, a malice vine.
I'm paralyzed, and I'm waning down;
I'm greeted by the solid ground.
I look around but to no relief;
I bite my tongue with jagged teeth.
The pain released is all I feel,
The blood drips down and seems unreal.
Calling out, there's no response;
Solitude has become the cost.
I've roamed the land to find someone,
My faithful friend, the rising sun.
A vacant world has become my home,
And this wasteland is my throne.
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