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al  ·  3818 days ago  ·  link  ·    ·  parent  ·  post: Write a poem as fast as you can. No revisions, no caring, just BAM.... Here is my attempt

He stared at his bloody hands.

His own brother,

strangled to death by him.

He looked around.

Bodies. Bodies everywhere.

Fat

Thin

Misshapen

Bloody

And broken

arms were torn off and eyes were gouged

heads were broken

noses torn off

chests blown into tiny pieces

he felt his heart pounding

nobody was alive

after the war everyone had eventually died.

a shudder.

he was the last man alive.

as he gazed amongst the piles of skin and limbs he realised something

all of this civilisation

all of this goddamn advancement

the technology

the sociology

the languages

the religions

the philosophy

the sciences

all of it a fucking waste

what good was it now?

He knew of the process of diffusion, osmosis, the complete works of shakespeare,

the amount of degrees in a triangle,

the names of the Brontë sisters

The internet

Television

E=MCsquared

but what is it worth now?

Nothing

When you have nobody to talk to about it,

knowledge is worthless

warm charcoal pulsated against his blood red feet

He saw the fiery wall in the distance

power was nothing now

the dollar was once again a piece of paper

the guitar a piece of wood and strings

books just ink and paper

humans just flesh and bone

there comes a time

when death no longer is a tragedy

it is merely a statistic

billions of people murdering each other

that isn't a tradegy

some people say once you kill a thousand you've killed them all

some people say one hundred

some people say ten

but you know what I say?

I say one.

Once you've truly looked into somebodies eyes while stabbing them

their eyes piercing through your soul

then you've killed every human to have ever lived

no longer will he feel the warmth of human touch

no longer will he be hugged

kissed

perhaps it was for the better?

perhaps we were doomed to do this anyway

nobody deserved life

he heard a lightning bolt and rain started to pour down

this time the rain pierced the skin

it melted and singed the rags he wore

his hands were more bloody before

he found a barrel and ran inside it

inside it was marked H20

He vaguely recognised it

the coal soon became an unbearable sludge of toxicity

piles of people drifted down

he thought he might as well live with nature

he tore off his clothes

threw them into the ever-changing river

now he was one again

now he could pretend to be a tree

or the last species of bird

or a planet

or a star

or me

or a human again

but these faces he had in his head melted

he no longer remembered his mothers' face

or his brothers

or his mothers

all he could see now was black charcoal

and all he could feel was the cold hard metal against his back

the last person

should he have a legacy

a remaining feature?

he thought.

was there something he should say or do as a human?

to let people know?

who was there too know?

he was the last goddamn person on this planet

he laughed

tears ran down his face

he stood up outside as the toxic sludge burnt through layers of his skin he pulled out a rusty knife left inside his belt

was human communication that necessary?

could he live without them?

I guess he'd never know he raised the knife and pressed it against his skin slowly pushing it deeper in

then he slid it in to his neck

he gasped and then a warm tingling feeling rose on his neck

he felt warmth

for a brief moment he saw the sun shine again

then pain seared

he collapsed in agony

screaming

screaming for somebody to hear him

anybody

but there was no answer

out of breath he said one last thing

"why."

"why the fuck did we do this to ourselves?"

"humans had so much to learn and then."

"and now"

"we're nothing."

then he fell onto his back

collapsing

his eyes closing as he felt the acid patter on his forehead.

his eyelashes singing

and with that brief moment

the last ever human to grace the universe

died.

And with that so did the omniscient narrator.

Without humans,there is nothing more to learn,

to hear,

to read

but with them, it is far more dangerous than you could ever imagine

First time I shared this, be gentle