the universe is cold

the universe is cold
and i can’t make it
i can’t live
in this universe
we prove that the end is near
we’ve torn our hearts from the ground
we’ll watch as our bodies decay
we’ll stand above our own graves
singing our own funeral songs
rustling our feet through dead leaves
that were once our rotting flesh
a soft acrid smell is our body’s last wish
it is our life’s desire
to bury ourselves
to watch itself as it ends

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