Suddenly everyone is gone, disappeared, and I am alone.

The streets are quiet, and I suffocate on the silence.

The world has gone mad, choked on hatred and fumes - all the people went out in the flames of destruction:

with a bang,

a slash,

a crack,

the world is not the same anymore, life has run its course and death has taken over.

I wonder what else is left in this broken down world besides me and my thoughts?

I can no longer cry; not for what has ended, nor for what is missing and not even for my lonely heart.

But I can still see the stars up above, and somehow I feel less alone - I feel something, someone beside me.

Oh God, where do I go from here?