Holocene Extinction
We stand on the brink
A billion burning suns
An endless void of midnight
We don’t even stop to think
We are the only ones
When nothing will be alright
Melting ice shelves sink
I can taste your tongue
As the oil wells burn bright
We are the architects of our demise
The snow of ash descends
Our skeletons, embracing, face night
Gabriel White - 10/04/12, 4:24pm
