Dead running,
a nightmare on two feet
just another horror movie cliché.
You and me together,
cold bodies sweating
under a red swollen sun.
Hungry and hunting.
Brain starved fools
in our tattered and torn clothes
and rigor mortis frozen smiles.
I never liked you for just your looks.
And im sure you would have been raptured
if it were not for me.
Through beautifully decayed lips you mumble
All memories are.
Decayed cities glow with fire,
flames flirt with the sky,
and we drift aimless as ash.
Gazing out at the burning horizon,
basking in the glow of a cleansed planet
we kiss.
You rasp dantilly,
No, it appears not even at death,
and we cackle at the irony eternity holds.
It is not the happily ever after
we once dreamed of,
but it will have to do.
I’ll spend the perfect apocalypse
Right here with you.