4 May 2012
We wired our hearts to a nebula, and exploded peacefully with golden sparks in my back yard.
I wonder what the neighbours thought, as our naked bodies were slowly hurled against the darkened bricks?
And as the bloodstains drifted down the Walls of their houses,
Did the man who wrote the stars notice?
The Catherine wheels stopped spinning, but my head never will.
Our dead corpses rested on a bed of fire and golden glitter,
And as we looked on, our innards became the stars above.
Explode Peacefully • Opuss № I