What will it matter then
when the sky's not blue but blazingred
the fact that I simply
love you
when all our dreams lay deformed and dead
we'll be two radio-active
dancers
spinning in different directions
and my love for you will be reduced to power
/>
the screams will perform louder and louder
your marble flesh will soon be raw and
burning
and kissing will reduce my lips to a pulp
hideous creatures will return
from the underground
and the fact that I love you
will die
you don't have
to sleep to see nightmares
just hold me close
then closer still
and you'll feel
the probabilities pulling us apart
