their bodies explode against the darkness,
like the flashes of love against the bitter
blackness of my heart.
their dust floats in the air,
only illuminated when other flashes sparkle and fade
each color, each glimmer, dies
in the hot, uncaring sky.
children laugh at their agony.
people clap their hands at
each explosion, as if it were a bomb
going to kill the joy of humanity.
i can't stop the tears that rip
out of my slit eyes,
i can't help but feel like the stars
are crying, too.
they watch as fire burns below them,
burning their souls with hatred.
go ahead, celebrate your "independance",
your soul isn't free from that hot blackness that
steals all of your light,
and claws at your happiness.
watch your love explode far away and be
swallowed into that thick darkness.
we all die in darkness.
music: robots (humans are dead) - flight of the conchords