Glass Shadows

*Continuing the Prog Rock title rip offs and the “Songs of the Rapture” saga.*

She said she was not having a great morning, so she jumped out of my bed and danced through the door. I was not having much of a ball, myself. I was barely aware of who she was and where I met her. I should begin to get used to such feelings. Afterall, that’s all you get when war and bombs scar the surface of the Earth on a daily basis. You give yourself to everybody, hoping to forget that a bomb or a bullet might take you away any second. Most of the water is polluted, the air is rotten and the soil dry. There is no much time. And the world insists that the solution is filling other parts of the world with lead, uranium and disease. They all proclaim to carry the message of salvation, they all assure they are the good guys who will rid of all evil the Earth. But they all do the same. Money has stop bothering us, since there is nothing to buy. War will eat us all, war will vanquish us into the sky.

She comes out of the bathroom. She is incredible beautiful. I cannot yet believe that there are people who think such beauty should be erased, that there are people who are not aware of such beauty. Her long red hair hangs gracefully from the sides of her face. Her heart-shaped mouth smiles gently. Her green eyes shine with such raw power, with such raw anger and desperation. Her soft skin glows in her nakedness. This might be the last time I contemplate such beauty. She may die later, or so may I. Or maybe war will make us part ways, to find our graves long from here. It used to matter, those partings. We used to cry when we were torn apart from our beloved ones. Now, no one loves, no one cares to love. Love brings too many tears and there is no time to cry. We wither, we wane. It all will be over one day. All life on the Earth will slowly fade, until the sterile planet will be swallowed by the swollen sun. She comes to my bed and kisses me. And for a moment there, all the horrors and nightmares are swiftly put aside.