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Apocalyptic Love Song

Painted picture

Skies are falling

As our bodies hit the ground

I see you whisper

Are you calling?

Because I didn't hear a sound

Can you feel it trembling?

Beneath you it all comes apart

Can you feel it ending... can you?

I'll keep pretending

That this isn't ending

But it all depends on me

This is our little love song

This is our corner of the world

Just the last little love song

That will ever be heard

Perfect moment

Earth spinning faster

While our hearts were standing still

Souls colliding

With heat astounding

But now we feel the morning chill

Can you feel it trembling?

Beneath you it all comes apart

Can you feel it ending... can you?

I'll keep pretending

That this isn't ending

But it all depends on me

This is our little love song

This is our corner of the world

Just the last little love song

That will ever be heard

Atoms fly

It's do or die

I've seen the signs

Made up my mind

It's almost time

Atoms fly... it's do or die

All of this ends tonight

Can you feel it trembling?

Beneath you it all comes apart

Can you feel it ending... can you?

I'll keep pretending

That this isn't ending

But it all depends on me

This is our little love song

This is our corner of the world

Just a last little love song

It will never be heard

Written by Jason "ShyBoy" Arnold, Mark Nubar Donikian, Jean-Yves "Jeeve" Ducornet/John Scott Mulchaey. © 2009 Idiot Speaks/Looking For Mr. Nubar/Wicked Night Music/Where's My Cut Publishing (ASCAP) Adm. worldwide by PEN Music Group, Inc. From the forthcoming album, TRUTH DECAY.

9:03 AM

Even though I ceased work on my Dark Star experiment, it seems the Dark Star had not finished with me. Now as my Spaceman and I huddle together by candlelight and pray, my Quantum detector squeaks and squawks and threatens to overload the power grid. The signal I am receiving was one my equipment was never designed to receive. And yet there it is, anomalous, looming, full of meaning that I cant understand.

When I revealed my work to him, the room vibrated. It hummed with a low, low hum that seemed to reach in and resonate within our very bones. I asked him if he could feel it trembling too. He did.

But the message is dark, just like the star that sent it; there is terror in the message, despair.

And now as we hold each other, it pains me. I can feel it ending, everything ending. Thats what this signal is; a sign of the apocalypse that we all fear deep in places we barely know in ourselves.

And now my love has to go and be the Spaceman. He has to see what it means. He refuses to sit by, in our little corner of the world while it all comes crashing down around us. He says he wont be long. He says he will return. He has forever been the seeker of answers, the cosmic questioner. While I have been the one who opens our insides, our atomic level loneliness. And he will be the one to close us up again and make us whole.

But I fear that we will never see each other again. The Dark Star grows. It divides. And it warns us of things to come.