Zeobot

Even the clock is lying , here in Pripyat Black earth and tears stain the floor Human DNA twisted and turned into nothing better Than what threatens to destroy us anyways A home , once full of life, rings with the echoes of silent laughter I hear them still, the shadows on the walls of what used to be The shivers in my body, like vines creeping up to rip me apart The shoe in the corner, my shoe, lingers with a solemn reminder The firemen and their black gloves couldn't save us People collapsing onto the ground inhale the poison Purple toned skin on patches of untouched skin begins to rot The smell of death – A disease incurable Th