The universe expands and recedes with my chest
and my breath is taken from me again.
The physical world melts beneath my feet
as I fall disheveled and bemused.
My heart beat is a catalyst to which aligns the apocalypse; I have always been told that I am a fatalist.
The universe expands and recedes in my chest
and my breath is taken from me again.
The material world melts beneath my feet
Time and time again
, the cosmos always wins.
The world melts and I drown with it.
All is a smear of consciousness: a collective of the positives and negatives- a brilliant amalgamation both the beautiful and the ugly.
Who would have thought this to be a portrait of the end?
and my breath is taken from me again.
The physical world melts beneath my feet
as I fall disheveled and bemused.
My heart beat is a catalyst to which aligns the apocalypse; I have always been told that I am a fatalist.
The universe expands and recedes in my chest
and my breath is taken from me again.
The material world melts beneath my feet
Time and time again
, the cosmos always wins.
The world melts and I drown with it.
All is a smear of consciousness: a collective of the positives and negatives- a brilliant amalgamation both the beautiful and the ugly.
Who would have thought this to be a portrait of the end?
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