Sweven

The end is nigh. Ghosts flutter by pre ravaging the earth and each other. My heart is light. Wade untouched through human streams and near death screams. Long to see it, our hellish end. Sun arms bend, whip, and stretch to embrace us, one and all. Suddenly pulled aside and stuffed under earth. Here we should survive. But with a passion as raw and as rapturous as first time love, ache to see the sky. I escape. Long to see heavenly streams of fire blaze across a blackened sky. It is breathtaking. Beautiful. Sole, step high. Love the light. Reach for shining Armageddon arms sent to love us to death.