carry me home tonight,
against the burning sky.
at least i'll see it
one
last
time.

explosions;
raining fire on the mountain,
pulsing apocalyptic red;
my mind
spinning like a pinwheel
with all the things
i should have said.

i am breathing with my lungs,
but my throat is still dry.
i am coughing up blood,
but my teeth are still white.

i am nearing the apocalypse,
with eyes rimmed red
like the last setting sun;
i am warm, but i am dead.