Set in stone, the age is new.
Starlight whispers down to you
(drunk on blood from Satan's bath),
"Sit and wait for Heaven's wrath."
They're just bodies.
Clouds swell on the movie screen.
Tear ducts fill with kerosene
while you realize life's a show.
"Play your scripted role, then go."
Sick production.
Multiply that manic state
sketched in dirt, but carved too late.
Promises of shallow graves
decompose with those enslaved. |
Submission Name: Animation
