Haiku of the Apocalypse

They were people once
with faces and names and loves, 
but they are all dead.

They hunger for life,
and their hunger destroys it.
They hunger for me.

Where am I going?
Where in the world can I go?
I must keep walking.

High on the mountain,
men sought wisdom, or solace,
to touch the heavens.

Man is trapped on earth.
Above him, gods do not care.
There is nothing here.

Their heaven, my hell,
so I will be a demon,
a snake in Eden.

Now I am alone,
the living among the dead.
There is nothing left.