Cyberpunk

My life may be yours one day hunkered away in a dusty corner Gas mask digging into your face Forever etching a crease in your skin Bandits raging Guns blazing Cities wasting Putrid toxins corrupt the sky Greasy water slick with rainbow Bittersweet and ever deadly Life’s new metaphor Once proud structures Riddled by the glories of war Humanity nearly lost Love brittle and rare Survival is uncertain There is no friendship Only tentative cooperation Till impulse takes over My life sucks It hangs by a grimy thread But I am not you The future is always fluid It only takes one to protect One to encourage and preserve One to stop this man-made apocalypse from happening Your life doesn’t have to be mine