apocalypsis — by elysia

Authors

athrun funkypjz

Cast

Luto

Published

4 years, 2 months ago

Stats

259

author : elysia

a poem written from luto's perspective about events in the apocalypse. commissioned piece. layout of text slightly edited to fit toyhouse's requirements.

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apocalypsis

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my home

my fear

all rolled

into one.

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each day, a test of survival

straining, burning

pained, pained…

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hunger.

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the young raccoon hunts, cannot find trash to pull,

hunts.

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food, required,

food, necessity,

food. hunger.

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...is that music i hear?

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the chorus of angels, awaiting my ascent to heaven?

a cacophony

spun from

a small, small,

black disc.

round and round it twirls on a machine,

an oddity.

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...when the tanuki cry, there will be nobody left alive, so I’m told,

curiosity overtakes my consciousness.

curiosity.

detriment to my health, in some ways.

i stay calm in the face of dangers brought about.

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i journal my findings.

leather-bound books chart out my history.

prior and post apocalypsis.

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i can survive on my own, just fine…

yet, there is one i cannot live without.

...love. a tricky little thing.

Vitori… I…

my feelings…

—

…

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in the apocalypsis there is no “love,” or so i thought.

you cannot forget the one thing

that love does.

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saves… and heals… the very soul, no matter how much it may shatter,

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however.

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back to the track,

when the tanuki cry… none. and i repeat, none. shall… be left… alive…

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However, was this story even true?

I assume not.

It’s fictitious, unfathomable.

however… nonsense, it’s nonsense! perish the very thought!

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this apocalypse… is my home.

this apocalypse… i have found love.

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in this trashed up world…

i have found a certain, small piece of peace.

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in this fucked up, yet somehow wonderful world…

i do believe, it exists, for you and me.