When the last ship sinks
When the last lightbulb burns out
When the last car dissolves into rust
When the last word ceases to inspire
When the polarity of society is paramount
Divide and conquer, devour your brother
Accountability redacted, values subtracted
Like the rat king, tails tied
Merrily tossed into the incinerator

We will wear our burning plastic crown
Black melting tears, dripping and smoking
A court full of jesters covered in jet fuel
Sitting on the stool with feet swinging
Eyes bleeding oil
Corrupted salted soil
Hearts of men on rolling boil
Blindly hurling ourselves into the rift
Emotions clipped, surgically removed
A fire is burning under the lake
The waves are washing us to waste
Last breath before the undertow

Throwing pastel darts into the heart board
Pulling up electric dandelions, watch them wilt
A small hole dug in the woods, soul in a glass jar buried
Carried to long, can't feel your legs under you
Ever present antagonist, burning charcoal in each ventricle
A pencil full of dreams shaved to scribbles
All the pencils bend in there
I never want to go back
He might still be screaming
you can hear it in every room

You sip from a bitter cup
Pills crushed up into dreams
The winning team writes history
Genocide viewed indifferently
No sympathy for the weak
If the wind could speak,
it would be screaming

Words attaching themselves to the inside of your stomach
Waiting on the acid to break down paragraphs and periods
Pull me into the damp grass, play doctor with your scalpel on my open liver
Shivering into seizures, lights going round like ceiling fans
All the best laid plans fall apart like sand if given enough time
Somewhere down the line we lose rhyme and reason
What was once considered treason ordinary fare
Waiting on the next solar flair, might bleach out my hair, my rotting bones

Thread getting thin now, feeling wind bite through
Thin plastic bones, bending in you, eyes crying gasoline
World turned into a cigarette, ashed out carelessly
All the lights gone blinking into darkness
Eyes locked into quiet circles, spinning softly towards the ground
Waiting on the dogs to stop barking, moon to go down

Twenty four hours or a second away
coming your way every day like headlights
tires screeching
beseeching higher power
get high for hours puffing flowers
possess the power to placebo self
all the wealth can't buy health if the hand held is low
whichever way we go there's an obstacle
we could make it out alive
anything is possible