What has become of our world?
We are lost, without hope, faith, or luck.
We were once many.
Now we are few. No more then a dozen or so left.
How did we get here?
Together, to this time, to this place.
I can barely remember, it seems like a dream. but there are no dreams here.
Only nightmares.
Every time I close my eyes I see the faces of those I’ve forgotten.
I haven’t slept in 4 days, I dont see the point anymore.
Ive been seeing things in the water recently too, is it because of my lack of sleep?
I wish.
We've probably all seen it, or them, im not sure.  
What I am sure of is that we dont want to belive it.
We've been running for so long
Running, searching, fleeing, call it what you will.
I dont see the point anymore.
I can remember what it was like sometimes
Before the floods
Before the sun, refused to shine.
Its been 3 years, since any of us has seen the light of day.
Is it just us?
Is the sun always hiding right over that horizon?
Is it beyond this seeming endless sea?
Always one step ahead?
No, it cant be, but then, where is it?
For so long we thought we could find an answer somewhere
Point a finger at someone.
Just to find any information to explain what was happening.
But no, nothing.
Everywhere we went we found only death and confusion.
We were once many.
I think we were watching a movie, didn’t sell out, it wasn’t very good.
Then...what?
There was nothing.
No movie, no light, no noise.
But then there was something.
Water
Everywhere
Crushing and smothering everyone, everything.
How did we survive?
Damned if I know, all I can remember is that theater seating made good flotation devices.
Where are we now?
I wonder that from time to time, its hard to tell anymore.
Everything looks the same.
I see ruins that piece the sky, as far as the eye can see.
Maybe we made it back to the Americas.
I swear we were just in Russia
Those buildings dont looks safe, not like ours
I think it was a school.
The water here is different.
Its strange, everyday the water rises
Everyday the water grows darker.
Yet here, the water doesn’t change.
Its in the hallway.
And there’s a pool, or something, in the middle of our room.
But it hasn’t changed.
The water outside is about a month away from reaching the window were I perch
I want to stay here.
I feel safe here.
Overlooking a dead world
The water is mocking me.
Demons from the deep.
Enders of my world.
How many lives have you claimed?
How many dreams have you smothered.
Why?
Moral is normal now.
How normal is normal?
Im sure by any other standard our normal would seem extremely low.
No one has killed themselves in almost a week.
Thats almost a record.
We've found other survivors.
None of them lasted long.
What makes us so special that we've stayed together this long?
Maybe we're the fools, maybe we're the only ones who haven’t found salvation.
Does that make us special?
They want to leave. Im not sure why?
They say we cant stop looking.
Looking for survivors, looking for our Sun.
I dont see the point anymore
I want to stay here
I feel safe here.
We can stay here.
We have supplies.
Enough for a year.
Or more, if moral falls again.
Why dont they want to stay?
Why must they continue with their pipe dream?
Our world is dead, there is no changing that.
Thinking we can make a difference will only cause us more anguish
More holes in our hearts.
I have come to the end of striving to re-establish the image of the rose
How can they possibly still think there is a chance at life?
Yet they leave.
They leave, on a path I once tread.
A path littered with lost lives, lost dreams and lost names.
All that remains is the forgotten in my mind.
Haunting my sleep
Mocking my dreams
The water is mocking me.
Demons from the deep
I have supplies still.
Those who left decided to leave me enough to die.
I dont see the point anymore.
Its but delaying the inevitable.
Soon I will end..
Just as those who left surely have.
And just as the world has.
Here I sit.
On my broken throne.
Watching the world die.
And the water rise.
Without hope, faith, or luck.
This is what has become of our world.