blind in the apocalypse

Everyone died yesterday. Yesterday everyone died. Even words are meaningless now, since there is no one to hear them nor read them. There are no blind beings to touch them. They have no conscience to touch. No one is left. I mean, everyone is left, just that their chests don't move and their eyes are empty. The tears that once made them shine have dried up, and the retinas have been drawn into the pupils. Their lips are wrinkles and their skin is cracked. They are all there, it is just that no one breathes. And how did I escape this death, I do not know how I escaped it... It doesn't really matter now, I guess. It is only I and the future from hereon, and a lot of canned food. How sad will be it when it all boils down to Spam...

I do not think of attempting to save anything from the world that has been given me upon awakening. I will use and waste, use and waste, use and waste. If only there were children to save things for, so they may take it all down the line and into eternity. Ha! Eternity! Look around me, you, I, we, both inside me, look! This is eternity petrifying in the empty streets and in the desolate homes. It is all so empty, it echoes when I speak, and you cannot imagine how terrifying it all is. I have been deceived of hearing others speak when it was only my own words calling out to someone. Everything we do, we somehow do for the future. Even when we eat, we eat for a future. Where we born with no belief in the future, do you think there'd be a need to eat?

How sick must I be in the head! So many dead, and I speak of eating! And yet, I am hungry, and most of these people are strangers. And yet, lying there, all shriveled up and translucent, all sad and humble, all... gone... god... do You still exist? After all your churches have been reduced to caves, and those lips that prayed recede into the bones, do You still exist? Can you exist for ONE MAN?! GOD!!!!! GOOOOOD!!!!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU???? I cannot take this silence anymore... i can't... please... please...

Silence is misery. Loneliness is misery. I hate to be alone, with all these people watching me. I cannot stand it. The day is waning and the birds have begun to shriek. At least they're still around. What a strange strange thing... this. Why did it have to happen to me... And yet, despite it all, as the sun sets, am i not still living? Should I die because they all died? They didn't choose this fate, and I am willingly to give in to it. I makes no sense. And if in heaven, they all recognize me, as the one who had the choice to keep on living... They would put my ass in hell for stupidity, for being an ingrate. I owe them nothing. Nothing.

It is all mine. Everything. Even the corpses decomposing everywhere I look. Damn these glasses. Why do I even wear them? Here... take this... I don't need to see! I'd rather live in a blur and ignore everything around me than have to care to look into every single face reminding me of my solitude. Hence I crush you in my hands, little glasses. You served me well when you mattered...