Chaos

What would you say if I died right now?

"Oh wow, what a lonely fuck," he said without misgivings,
Twirled his gun around his head
And went back to his mind killings.

What ever happened to Hobbit love?
What about Hobbit lust?

We're being run into the ground.

"Your face looks good when it's shattered like glass."
He took a portrait of you and made a stained glass window.
"It's beautiful, he's beautiful," you think.
Then he takes a mallet,
And breaks the window into a thousand pieces.
"How do you like it now?"
He looks hungry. Emaciated.
She turns to run as he raises it over his head...
Hammer love.

The priest spoke words of Jesus and love,
Smiled sweetly at his audience of sinners and debauchees,
Then went away and pulled out his razor sharp cross
Muttering, "the only kind of love is love that hurts,"
And faces it towards his heart.

Angst.

Maybe we live to sin.
Maybe we sin to be forgiven.
Maybe we forgive so we can live.
Maybe we're trapped in our own skin.

Someone screams, "I love you!"
As the world is blown to its end.
Complete Chaos.
That's when we meet.
Our words echo through nuclear waste trees...