Analysis of the Image

she always used to set the walls 'round her on fire and cover them with barbwire while he's killing ladybugs on the ceiling of his world they are summer snowmen with rust in their hair, with yesterday plans they are the opposite shores of vast grey of today he lives on the insect graveyard and smoke so many cigarettes that he can barely breathe and she's scared of her haunted metronome and sounds of submarines in the harbour the ways of nuclear lovers cross in useless memory storehouse exist for nothing because of the fickleness twice as peerless, half as blissful out there along the railway tracks under the checquered sky and wet woodpoles they always hurl into dark tunnels unaware of the unknown void into desolation, the mind and it's creation unable to understand surrender to destruction