THE world is on fire and Pisces has died.
“Pray for me” an old man pleads; his teeth are
missing and his dog is foaming at the mouth.

These are the dying days and no one to rescue
the world from thie cosmic ruin of a godless
curse.

I say hold me tight until i feel your dreams
and comfort your soul, my love.

As with all things, this too shall pass into the night
like the embers from our ruined cities.

Tomorrow may be the last, or a new day, the new
dream where all things are made new.

Unitl then, let us hold each other while the nightmare
savages the life from everything we once cherished.

And remember, I will always love you.

:: 08-02-2018 ::