Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Free Roam

You know what,
I like to roam free
In the waste of what was nothing,
A perpetual dark,
Every twisted wreck
Another reminder of death,
But I like to walk freely
And travel beyond the outskirts
To visit all the border towns
And maybe shoot a few zombies,
It was a time untold
For I lived in the role
Of a lonely wanderer,
My mind was broken from confusion,
Giant green hulks
Wanted to roast me,
Yet I persevered and went on,
I kept my cool and ran
Just a little more
Until all I could see was nothing,
An open plain of desolation
And the sunrise,
It is all I wanted to free roam
The wastes!