[asylum]

As you’re driving to work, suddenly all traffic comes to a stop just as you hear,
sirens and screams, feet trampling friends and neighbors under foot as they fled in fear.
I opened the door to my car, leapt onto shaky ground and shook at the quake’s sound,
asphalt pelted us as we ran through the streets of New York towards safe ground.
There were sinkholes opening turning into rifts in the Earth, claiming life as they merged,
as I leapt over an abysmal chasm I heard men begging for their mothers as they burned.
When the infernos tongue lashed out, a slight kiss left my rubber boots stuck to both feet,
I ripped them off so fast a finger broke caught in my laces as I screamed.
I knew this wasn’t the end of me. I was just on the way home to pick up my son,
his schools only a few blocks away from the gash in the Earth burning like the fires of the sun,
asphalt rain turned to burning iron that hissed liked thermite and melted everything it touched,
cars were turning to puddles we had to avoid as we rushed, they followed me towards his school,
I found my boy within an instant and everyone followed me, obviously.. I’m not a fool.
We all stopped at a pool of water and drank until we couldn’t drink another drop.
I couldn’t think a whole lot, started to sink into my thoughts.. shellshocked.
It’s too much to bear at once. The world’s tearing at the seams and I’m on the front,
Confronting the end of days with my son by my side, awoke from a daydream.
He handed me my gun, and with pride we stepped into an armored truck waiting,
I never gave an alarming fuck. Now it’s my time to Buck 65 fools at once.
50 cal mounted to the top, making zombies drop. Front mounted propeller chops,
catch the laggers on the sides and stragglers with a spier.
We stroll through streets and alleys 'til it's safe to can an all clear.
Rescue those left from their home, keeping an eye on their tone.
The undead moan and claw at the doors,
their hands reach through wrought iron fences,
deeply seated in a strong foundation we poured.
behind the defensive space extends an extensive oasis,
fresh water fountains trickle while frogs chirp happily in their places.
It's the image we've extended since the apocalypse hit,
get robbed for your shit or ripped to pieces by mobs of goblins that hobble and hiss.