I've got a cupboard with cans of food,
Filtered water, and pictures of you,
And I'm not coming out until this is all over.
And I'm looking through the glass
Where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
Pretending the echoes belong to someone...
someone I used to know.

I wanted to walk though the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors.
Because the air outside will make
Our cells divide at an alarming rate
Until our shells simply cannot hold
All our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode..
And it won't be a pretty sight.

And we'll become...
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go.

I have a new Xanga.  If you want to get the address, comment or IM me.  I might be obliging.