Electric paper turned to dust in a peaceful explosion of masochistic sheep.
Skinned to black bones, snapping.
As her chemical apocalypse settles in.
Falling asleep upon fallen stars under a dead floral sky,
shrieking in joy at the atom’s collapse.
I hadn’t known chaos until you took my hand
And showed me how the world would end.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
Electric paper turned to dust in a peaceful explosion of masochistic sheep.
Skinned to black bones, snapping.
As her chemical apocalypse settles in.
Falling asleep upon fallen stars under a dead floral sky,
shrieking in joy at the atom’s collapse.
I hadn’t known chaos until you took my hand
And showed me how the world would end.
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