Saturday 31 August 2013

apocalyptic chic

when the shadow at last overcomes us
as the sky opens above us
spread your weight upon the ground
hold the earth and thank for it
falling from a height
only means that you fall harder

the red glow of everything that ends
the encompassing heat that scorches
as ash and molten earth rush back
to meet it's last day

the collision of everything that transcends
and nightmare dreams that evade and creep
from your darkness and whisper in your ear
as you sleep

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