Gotterdammerung
Armageddon everything
Empty
Buildings full of air and dust
Chairs that fly and tears of eye
Aware that I smile inside
Ragnarok and rolling thunder
The sky leaking oil
On my manifolded light
Tripping the life in drastic cold
Candle wax dripping on brown grass
I don’t ask how this all came to be
Spinning around and not finding me
There’s the spot where you stood
When I took the picture I hold in my hand
There’s the flowerbed we worked
Under the umbrella of wooden dreams
Like the dream we both had when we met
The dream I can’t forget
But it’s the end of the world
And life is confusing
Without you
Edward Hotspur
I’m confused at how this made me feel…..happy and sad.
It’s the product of a volatile relationship
Oh, Ed, only you could make the end of the world sound so dreamy…
I feel fine.
Glad to hear it.