To sleep,
Perchance to dream?
Fuck you.
Fuck the end.
Know Entropy a hell of a lot better,
Than most of you!
My dreams are nightmares.
Almost all of them.
Sleep.
Death.
I’ll never see peace!
My wailing ghost will haunt the planet,
Crying as Sol slowly swells –
Devouring us both.
My homeworld.
& me.
My Wailing Ghost Will Haunt The Planet.
