These cityscapes
Bare a striking semblance to our skeletal bodies
Wandering through an empty rib cage
Our predecessors called home
I called it home too
Only now do I understand that we were already dead
This whole time I have been walking through a f*cking graveyard
These towers and buildings
Will forever stand in ruin
Marking the face of this planet
With the scars of its inhabitants
These neighborhoods
These cities
These streets
We are but ghosts
Wandering empty halls
Clinging to life for the sake of survival
Beta burns usher in the new era
Desquamation of your body and home
Ionizing our way to the future, a future of our own
One by one they all succumb
To what we've created
Carving new paths
Through the surface, through the trash
Before the end of oceans
Before the end of thylacine