Death by pleasure,
death by stillness,
dead serenity;
my heart crapped out,
refusing to BEAT on.
Where's my head at?
UP some dark crevice,
or so I have been told.
A primal force drives beyond,
defected from an OTHER side,
to my doorstep.
I open the door to a spectacular sight.
Catastrophy, my BEAUTIFUL bride,
gloriously nude,
writhing and grinding in
the lap of my brother-twin, atrophy.
Finality is mere beginning, she moans.
The bed collapses,
the players vanish,
and a child appears, with a necklace that reads:
Behold! Her name is HOPE.
