The Apocalypse in Her Eyes
She wore the apocalypse in her eyes Painted rage on a doll’s face Tattoos and metal adorn her skin holes made with needle points chanting along with a fist in the air my protesting lover
and as I follow behind, I suffocate from the smoke I don’t believe in the way that she does To me, these fights don’t matter just yet but I’ll always be glad to be her plus one at the events
Her boots clapped louder the any else because the fire in her heart was at full blaze and she stomped the pavement with all her might Like gunshots in the dead of night Her voice grows scratched and gravel torn for hours of shouting to get the pigs of those horses Farm animals shouldn’t ride farm animals
With rocks and bottles inside her backpack she comes peacefully prepared for war And I wear a mask because she told me too I follow deeper into the heart of this scene She never waivers She never stops This is what she claims she lives for
This will not be televised And it won’t be read about in the paper Black Flags mean nothing when you fly them in the dark Riot bullets and beanbags to add bruises to our chest I stand in front of her as this escalates to violence
There is gunfire going not far from here And her voice is still louder than it all Lit cigarettes with fuses land at the feet This world is chaos and that’s what I live for
She held the apocalypse in her eyes And I could see the other side