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The Survivor
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INSANITY A little girl walks alone
Down the corridor of an abandoned hospital
Her straight, blond hair flowing around her face
The white hospital gowns blow absently on hooks
No doctors or patients to fill them
The girl's blue eyes dart around; searching
No life is visible anywhere
The beds sit, unused
Inside sterile, white rooms
The checkout counter; eerily organized
The girl keeps walking; her pace is slow
Shock has enveloped her whole system
As her feet carry her out the front door
And stops at what she sees
Bodies lay; bleeding, littering the ground
Like discarded paper;
She looks over them all
They seem to stretch on forever
For miles; for eternity
Was she the only one left?
Her legs slowly start moving her again;
Forcing her to walk;
Some of the dead look frozen
Their last moment plastered on their faces
Mouths wide-open in hysterical screaming
Eyes wide in fear
The killing was not gender-biased;
As death never is
What could have killed them?
A woman, lay face-down
Tried desperatly to shield her child
The blonde-haired girl keeps walking;
Stepping over bodies as she looks out
At each and every one--there are so many!
She wonders how she escaped the plague
Was she the one at fault,
Who had sinned so terribly?
That she was damned to be alone forever,
Not to be welcomed by an afterlife;
With human contact?
As she slowly comes to a clear spot in the road
Her white hospital gown gives her body a
Godly glow as;
Tears fall down her cheeks
The silence hurts her ears
She screams out in anguish
As she finally realizes,
She killed these people.
This was her mind; her world
She's lived in ever since she became
Insane.
