Aditya loves the void and writes dark fiction and poetry, but is not alone in embracing DreamForge Magazine’s positive outlook in contradiction to his own dystopian views.

 

But We’re Still Alive, Aren’t We?

The world is dying, yes
Oceans have dried up
Air has turned into smoke
Land is an altar of decay and plastic

It’s a fact

Conscious existence is becoming extinct

I refuse to believe

Despite everything, we still stand a chance

To play with the sands of time
To erase the birth of all that killed life

It’s not in our power

To alter the positions of stars
To rekindle this cold womb of the universe

The knowledge of the depths of the cosmos
The energy of the soul
We use in driving
Experiments

Experiments
No
Mistakes

Mistakes that opened the gates of Darkness

Was everything man did nothing but mistakes?

Looking at our history, yeah!

Can we stop the apocalypse?

I don’t think so

It’s too late and Death is already here

This is a reverse poem. The first part has a dark outlook. Now, see below – the same lines read in reverse that show a hopeful view.
 
 

It’s too late and Death is already here

I don’t think so
Can we stop the apocalypse?
Looking at our history, yeah!

Was everything man did nothing but mistakes?

Mistakes that opened the gates of Darkness

Mistakes
No
Experiments

Experiments
We use in driving
The energy of the soul
The knowledge of the depths of the cosmos

To rekindle this cold womb of the universe
To alter the positions of stars

It’s not in our power

To erase the birth of all that killed life
To play with the sands of time

Despite everything, we still stand a chance

I refuse to believe

Conscious existence is becoming extinct

It’s a fact

Land is an altar of decay and plastic
Air has turned into smoke
Oceans have dried up
The world is dying, yes

But We’re Still Alive, Aren’t We?