Don’t Care

Doom’s getting harder to bear:

I’m stocked up, no more to prepare,

I could go anywhere,

Do whatever I dare,

But I don’t, ‘cause I no longer care.

Betrayals

Survival becomes more demanding

Since starting our final crash landing; 

And as resources fall,

War of all against all

Expands to the last person standing. 

Anticipation

I’m sitting right here on death row:

No way out, and nowhere to go;

So frankly, my friend,

I’m not fearing the end—

It’s the end of the trouble, you know.