We left it so long, and almost too late
I was cruel, calculating how to
Make your pale transparent skin
Flower with violet crescent bruises
While you were cold, barely
Acknowledging that I only
Existed in relation to you
Steel in the heart, ice in the veins
The cold metallic taste of need
And despair in our mouths
But now that our days aren’t
Even numbered, down to the
Last rapidly varnishing hours
I realise that all we needed
Was this stifled tenderness.
Why is our nature so perverse?
Constantly denying ourselves the
Succour we so desperately crave.
For tomorrow the sun will rise
Over an empty frozen world
All struggle has ceased, nothing has survived
Silence has reclaimed it’s domain
The sinister beauty of destruction
The blissful inevitability of
Annihilation quenching the raging
Fire that courses through the blood
Now that all earthly existence
Isn’t even a memory.