24 May 2012
CORRIDORS I'm running through these corridors and shadows fill my head of tall machines and brutal wars, of millions that are dead.
I walk these endless corridors and see the wasted land, the gray surf pounding lifeless shores, the dry and sterile sand.
I crawl these bloody corridors to seek something alive. The echoes in these hollow floors just mock my futile cries.
I lay here in these corridors but I am not alone. The sound of those who died before me whisper in my bones.
They ask me what became of man; I don't know what to say. The voice of silence never can be answered, anyway.
Opuss № I