These Last Days

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 can 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 wile the nightmare savages the life from everything we once cherished. And remember, I will always love you. :: 08-02-2018 ::