Skittles of skulls roll
As Empires fall
Leaving vultures empty handed
Sinking sand lies in the palm of my hand
Trapping their flies who spy
That have landed
A clench of the fist
To a snake biting hiss
Tells their dreams
Can’t be granted
A flash in the air
Of hurricane despair
Damages their armies beyond
Oil and repair
With their bloodied hands full
Their Empires can’t be mended
Radio heart
Releasing sound waves
In the dark
Love transmits over
The white cliffs of Dover
As war melts
Into the blue aftermath
Structures of bone
Crash down
As debris is washed up
On the shore
Beads glisten in the sun
As old ornaments from days gone by
Resurface pulverised
Shining like shells
The washing cycle of the ocean
Spins endlessly into the night
A turbulent machine
Powered by the moon
Sucking all matter in
Spitting it out
Transformed, deformed
Shape shifted
Through a storm
Red horses
Galloping like thunder
Across volcanic lands
And treacherous tundra
Stars sparkle in the sand
Illuminating their trial
As their bodies stride forward
Like beacons of strife
The heavens crack open
As the hourglass falls from the sky
Unleashing a sea of flies
Shattering like a movement sublime
As sunset bleeds into autumn
In the stillness of the night
Memories dissolve like snow
Peeling back the years
As soldiers raise their broken glasses
Drinking down their tears
Satellite orbits the night sky
As telegraph wires
Wrap around the face of the moon
Eye of a hawk
An astronaut debunked from his mission
Left dangling powerless in submission
Suspended in space
In a spiders web
Silver threads glistening
As stars illuminate
Behind my head
Rocket fuels the heart
As warheads hurtle
Out of control
The nuclear firework display explodes
Crackling down below
Coma white light
Incinerating the planets surface with fire
The Earths blue face screaming
Dissolving like a sizzling capsule
Of hope
Now I’m left up here all alone
In peace
And where the Earth used to lie beneath my feet
Is nothing more
Than an abyss of stars
