My world

My world... is a different one from this one that you know. My world has a blue cold sun. The oceans are green and in never rains. Never. There are no cities, just deserts linked together by molded pavements. The oceans are green and lifeless. No animals live here and plants you can rarely see in some shadowed and humid refuge. The days and the nights are long... long and eerie. And they go by, watching upon us, the few inhabitants lost among the deserts. We never smile. We never cry. We're as deep as the rain-less sky, think as the green waters and cold as our sun.
Stranger to each other and abandoned by our own faith, we still live. The purpose why I do is fairly foggy. My beliefs are starting to turn into nothingness with every step that I take. In some forgotten corner of my memory I remember days long ago when time meant something for me. When I stood up, armed and ready to fight for the principles that made by themselves this world to be whole. I think I've failed somehow. Outnumbered or diabolically betrayed, one day I felt my armor falling down. My weapon. My pride. Stripped down to bare bones and emptied from content.
I am sorry world. I guess I knew that this will happen. And look what we've become. What this place has become.
Now is time for me to walk again. Along with the other few that still live, I'll keep haunting this place. Driven only by hatred and regrets. By sorrow and bitter touch. The world... you... have forgotten us. And now look at what this place has become without our stewardship. I hope you can be happy, cause we, the last remaining to see the truth will never be.