Someone

I'm the last person you want to see. 

But all else is empty. Barren. Desolate. 

These words are just synonyms for the holes, the tears 

In our continuum, in our lives. 

The supposed beneficial technology has ruined the universe,

Caused planets to explode,

Caused people's consciences to implode. 

The world's demagogues and tyrants

Have ruined the masses, 

Have brainwashed our families

Picture this: the apocalypse. The Armageddon. The Rapture. 

But we're the only two saved souls. The only two who didn't get 

Taken. 

These are times where we have to forget the differences,

Forget the stigmas,

Forget all of the things that keep us from friendship. 

iPods and music can only do what they do,

Because of the people behind the complexties. 

The people, who put their heart into every little wire connection that could exist. 

But suppose now the people are gone too, with the disappearance and now technology is futile. 

We're the only two here. We're on our own desert island.

We can start the next human race, we'll be the Deucalion and Pyrrha, 

We survived the flood. 

All I need is another human being. Another human being to be 

My shared mind, my shared action. 

All else has its limits.

A stranger has a million unlimited possibilities.

So, hello, stranger. You're all I need.