Punctuation Is For Pussies And Sane People

When you asked me to slow dance in the twilight of all the world's detonated nuclear warheads I wasn't expecting the dance floor to disintegrate under your every step and I wasn't expecting the music to be replaced by the cries of children with corroded skin and I wasn't expecting you to kiss me as your body turned to black smoke and crawled deep into the crevices of my lungs.