One Man Wasteland

My mind is a wasteland of memories.

Of half-remembered skills, and unfulfilled dreams.

It is filled to the brim with relics of my past.

It haunts me.

My heart is a wasteland of passions.

Of warped, shattered desires, and atrophied talents.

It is empty, left wanting for what I could have been.

It taunts me.

My body is a wasteland of flesh.

Of neglected tissue and abused mechanics.

It’s been marked and stained by all my sins.

It rots with me.

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See also: One Man Wasteland (alt. version)