The Doctor

The streets are covered in ash; the streets are grey and terrifying.
When I look into your eyes, I see ash falling past your shoulders.
Inside your eyes it snows—grey ash covers your body.
The streets are apocalyptic and all I see is ash,
my terror consumes me, there's no way to hide it.
I want to look away but ash consumes me.
Ash in the streets, ash in the morgue. .
Ash on your breathe, ash when I sleep.
It's everywhere; there's ash everywhere,
it covers the eyes I follow.  All the doctors are dead,
they've all been killed by ash, I'm the last.
There's nobody left to fix me, I'm covered in ash.
Ash in the streets, ash in the morgue. .
Ash on my breathe, ash when I sleep.

       DannYetman
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