futures past

I can see the future, acid rain and mushroom clouds, ferrell creatures and melting skin 
homes of rubble and ashes with barbecues of human flesh; and we are rotting from within 

I can see the future, blocking out the sun belonging to the flies, and l welcome the sense of freedom, not a fetish or some vice 
but from death comes rebirth; a necessity for life 

Now i live in the past, the present is extinct 
when a delusion sets me free: In the archives of my mind, in the basement locked in chains within a box that needs a key... There's a note that reads --- "i love you" --- left by future me