The last star, now corporate logo.
You're my spoilt demand of love.
The hitch-hiker is buried at home.
Weight on the mattress, no more.
Conceding to smoke in my lungs.
Beheaded treetops, and a poisoned sky.
The lighthouse blinks - oh blessed recovery!
The last human uploads his consciousness.
The cancer spread to bone marrow.
Thousand lensed eye, yet no identity.
He plays the last ever chord.
Sequel: And she dances to his echoes.
With no land left, only sea.
Third eye opened – to New Eden!
The unbelievable new fathoms of physics.
With wonder, she first saw Earth.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
The last star, now corporate logo.
You're my spoilt demand of love.
The hitch-hiker is buried at home.
Weight on the mattress, no more.
Conceding to smoke in my lungs.
Beheaded treetops, and a poisoned sky.
The lighthouse blinks - oh blessed recovery!
The last human uploads his consciousness.
The cancer spread to bone marrow.
Thousand lensed eye, yet no identity.
He plays the last ever chord.
Sequel: And she dances to his echoes.
With no land left, only sea.
Third eye opened – to New Eden!
The unbelievable new fathoms of physics.
With wonder, she first saw Earth.
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