I’d like to live to see the clouds turn into dust and ice
My skin to mottled, silky wrinkles of pink
And for the ground to fall beneath the lightness of my weight
The stars and moons would slowly disintegrate and crackle on the marble floors of the universe
And finally my body would melt into the sea and drown
In loving content of death.
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 6:40 PM UTC
I’d like to live to see the clouds turn into dust and ice
My skin to mottled, silky wrinkles of pink
And for the ground to fall beneath the lightness of my weight
The stars and moons would slowly disintegrate and crackle on the marble floors of the universe
And finally my body would melt into the sea and drown
In loving content of death.
