The sun is dark again,
a dull hole in a burning sky.
The world is an old black lung,
choking and drowning in itself.
One long gasp and it is over.
I take her hand and dance,
waltz right into the breach,
earth torn asunder,
open chasm swaying,
as if a jaw dislocated.
She said it was the rapture.
The masses drew blood.
A school of piranhas.
A cannibal's carnival.
Are you the hero?
Take your gun out of my mouth,
it's ruining my appetite.
(It's dripping from my chin.)
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
The sun is dark again,
a dull hole in a burning sky.
The world is an old black lung,
choking and drowning in itself.
One long gasp and it is over.
I take her hand and dance,
waltz right into the breach,
earth torn asunder,
open chasm swaying,
as if a jaw dislocated.
She said it was the rapture.
The masses drew blood.
A school of piranhas.
A cannibal's carnival.
Are you the hero?
Take your gun out of my mouth,
it's ruining my appetite.
(It's dripping from my chin.)
I'm writing a short story in my head, based in a Mad Max-esque apocalypse world and had the idea to write this. Some of the lines might be half-remembered lines from heavy metal songs.
