Volcanoes

Volcanic rain beneath the ocean floor sputs out As the sponges wonder what the lava's for A cannonball that casts out the eye As skin separates from flesh Suddenly the exposed, exacerbated skull loses its mesh A careful entrapment of scarlet tears That weave in and out of the quilt Destiny developed him over the years He promised that when the day was over He would wish upon a four-leaf clover Pyrotechnics played with his demons As he courted his own semen One wish granted brought him the dynamite Another wish came true when he found fire The last wish fulfilled his greatest desire Off with his face forevermore He used to wonder what was in store As he sailed upon this sea of gold Once upon a time he abandoned love As he had been told He used his hands to steer the ship The salty brine of the ocean on his hands He used to lick off his hands Till the sun started to look insane Deep inside a dizzying, hypnotic state Suddenly the stormy skies could relate As the sun vibrated towards him The clouds moved closer and closer He thought the second coming had arrived So he quickly let go of his pride He revved up the cannon Then he lit the gunpowder He thought a stick of dynamite would aid The process of cutting through with the blade So he struck a match and held it up to the device Till he heard a big bang