Post  - Apocalyptic Hopscotch

Fantastic colors
Signals the death Nell.
My spirit fell
As explosions in the sky
Reach a devastating crescendo.
Rich with radiation
And the metallic taste of uranium.
Lost in a orgy of deathly innuendo.

Familiar streaks
Lie Underneath clockwork feet.
Aching bones re tract
As skeletons
fry under a electric sky.
Lost underwater
The last bearded Urban survivor
The sky turns to neon
Just when i need
Someone to lean on.

It was a good life
Packed with excitement,
But strife
No regrets fill this abyss
Of refection
Except one exception.
The space between us
Was far to long.
I guess in more ways
Then one
We did it to ourselfs.

To lost
To weak
Put your arms around me
I don't want to die tonight.