

The Last DayOn the last day of the old world, there was confusion. Many people forgot their lives that day, and from then on lived in the memory camps; visited by strangers who recognised them, that somewhere deep down they recognised too, but who their conscious minds would not accept.The Last Day
It has now been ten years since that day.
The memory camps are gone those poor souls had more than amnesia. Still no one knows exactly what happened, or why. Those that were there perished first, unable to remember anything. Even, seemingly, how to breathe.
For many weeks the confusion spread; people falling in a pattern, as though a cloud of s


LamentA silent house upon a hill In ivy covered deep, With dust grown thick from being still, And silence there to keep.Lament
And far within, in satin sheets, A woman lays, quite prone. And with the silent house competes; Both find themselves alone.
In flights of fancy, people jest, And dance and whirl about. And for her notice they contest And to be heard she shouts.
"Come brothers all, and sisters too, The feast, it has begun!" And on the table, endless food! They all begin as one.
A single plate is empty noww,
Washed up a


SheThe darkness closes in upon her shallow frame, She survived the longest, she put them all to shame. But now her light is out and the shadows gather round; Closing in upon her, helpless on the ground.She
These were the survivors, the last left in that land As the world began to fade and long had lost its final stand. So sad that the strongest now should be so weak, And a past that held such promise have a future so bleak.
The last sunset is ending and the light is growing dim, The shadows gather closer now her chance of life is slim. Her dying breaths echo in the empty atmo
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