Translucent grey

When there's nothing left and all around is grey all you can do is wish...

The blood virus is on the prowl hunting down with the dories in the badda black bone slip. Calls come from out of the darkness, hopeless and lost, no longer mourning.

It’s so cold and windy here, no one wants to live anymore and this is summertime, god help us when winter gets here; but what does it matter, everyone we’ve ever known is long gone and we’ve drunk all the cheap champagne we brought.

Our hands are empty now, all hope gone and one of the lads walked off in the night.

There’s a storm coming, maybe it will blow us away, for we have forgotten why we came here but we all feel we should not have come.

There’s not even a flower to look at or a tree or even a blade of grass.

There’s not much more I can say. We feel very alone.

If only we could warn them not to send anyone else here.

The ship’s gone, never get home now.

We should have stayed on Earth.

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