#apocalyse
Apocalyptic political chaos
Point missiles towards the sky
Arguments that take us round in circles
We might as well dance until we die
Religious zealots pursuing madness
Use the Web for a battle cry
They seek us out wherever we are
We might as well dance until we die
Obesity has over taken famine
As the main economic supply
We are eating are way into oblivion
We might as well dance until we die
Time is running out on this planet
And space ships wave goodbye
To seek out another earth
We might as well dance until we die
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:11 AM UTC
tw: body horror
my knees weep, their purple hue give way to spilt prayers
and they taint, and corrode, and they don’t stop
among all that is good and all that is pure
my hands dig through black ash, dried earth, cracked stone, only then, decomposition, am i certain,
i know what the maggots know, and nothing else.
my head unravels. question after question. the left eye reads scriptures, tears through testaments, books, and golden halos. but the right eye sees burning light, then just darkness, then nothingness, then the emptiness of all that nothingness
my chest is a flower, sores and bandages pulled into the shape of petals. this is the birth of something new and the death of billions
shards of stained-glass crawl to me. in all their light and glory.
when they find their way inside, i will give them flesh.
deep into the earth, i pray. but all i find is a body, my body, a cruel replica.
i pull the glass from my wounds and pierce its eyes. I pull it out. It seems sharper and larger, the more it touches flesh. so I use it again. written in to every corner, my findings, the days that have passed, my hopes, my doubts.
this god knows suffering. if not one body, will another be enough? i have prepared my sacrifice.
i close my eye.
light seems to pull itself, from under the ground. even i can see it peek through my fading consciousness. but as it comes to darkness, all that i hear, is a whisper of my name.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 11:19 PM UTC