• I softly wait in the shadows of the fading sun,
    tinkering with metals in order to survive,
    never once glancing up until I'm done,
    wondering why I don't care the world has died.

    Amidst the visceral gore,
    I see a stranger standing there,
    Hollow to the core,
    looking back at me with an empty stare.

    Of all the things I lost,
    I miss my gat the most.
    When it was all shined up,
    it could shoot from coast to coast.
    (This one is dedicated to all the snipers out therer.)

    With the world we left behind,
    my voice has rarely spoken,
    I never thought love I'd find,
    until I saw a droid, partly broken