Scar-Let Poem by matthew wunsch

And tonight,
After the sun falls asleep,
And the moon comes out to torment me,
I will throw myself into the sky.
And just above the clouds,
I’ll torch myself, let my fires out,
And dance as the embers rain down.
I will laugh as the years past,
They burn with every spin;
and collapse.

“The End is Near” every headline
Of every paper,
That every eye will rust over.
And it’s an acid rain,
It will burn everyone away.

I am the apocalypse.
I am the apocalypse.
I am the apocalypse.
I came in love
And will bury everyone in dust