Let's paint the sunset with pieces of our ruptured minds
Using loaded steel paintbrushes pressed against hopeful pallets.
Clouds as vacant as our eyes will be the canvas.
I'll dance through the night with you, to
Hollow laughter and screaming thunder played
On the filthy windows
By our repulsive souls.
The air is succumbing to our heavy, cold, aching hearts.
You're leaving with the man on the moon?
Ease the door shut on the way out,
I don't want to make too much of a mess.