Traveling Astronaut

xv.Alien

they

asphyxiate you with the grand piano

just appreciate the slippery cords as your eyes close

decimating the living under the clouded rainbow  

grey paint turning plunged demons immortal

they 

grow thundering wings of metal

preaching heaven's foul lullaby 

and checking to see if the oven is 350°

ready to burn us down

dewy sleep wasn't in your heritage 

we've evolved to machines with appendages

but when we remove the soggy headphones

will we have drowned to false pianos tones

false reflections

because we're dying in sections

and 

we're all too deep to start asking questions

~SumBlueSunshine