In a barren wasteland
Surrounded by dirt and patches of dead grass
A crow circles low in the distance
Not a sound
Everything is still
The smell of death all around
Permeating every corner of my mind
Feelings of despair and loneliness
Walk for what feels like an eternity
There is an object some distance away
As I get closer the smell of death is stronger
Finally get there and realize its a person
Curled up in a ball
Laying on the ground
Hair over their face
Kneeling down gently I roll them over
Brushing their hair away from their face
I fall back in shock and horror
My eyes growing wide
It is I who lay there dead
No soul
My eyes are void of everything
The only thing left
A body picked apart by scavengers
My death brings their life
*This is a dream I have been having of late
