What's Left to Us
by soundarch
Category: Repo! The Genetic Opera
There was happiness once. I think.
The sun used to shine and there were colors other than black and red and grey. Singing flitted through the air and her beautiful smiling face.
Beauty once lived here. Not anymore.
No more of that. Goodness can't live in the world of today. It is the endless chase of death, nipping at all our heels that make us stagger forward. The broken people desperately try to fix what they cannot grasp. Oh, we know we're broken it's why we grab at any quick fix dangled in front of us.
Genetic perfection, a sham and a lie that we all buy into, it's shoved in our faces and smeared across our eyes. It's infected everything, and there's no cure for it.
In this shattered world, I'll stagger on. I'll pick the pieces of this home and smash the jagged and mismatched together. I'll make the best of it for her, the sad little piece of you and me that got left behind.
I'll protect her from the rot, this stain that's covered the globe. I'll offer myself up instead, become so dirty and submerged in the blood and filth of the world. All so that she'll be untouched. She is my everything, and I won't lose this last piece of the happy picture that's been lost to us all.