kennyfuckinpowers:

So can I lie in your grave, at the edge at the end of the world? Where I will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl. Eat us up, break it down, to the tiniest cell, in our room with a view and a window to hell. With those who bury bodies in their barrels of fun will be marched through museums that display what they’ve done. They’ll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin, who will reluctantly let them in.