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We held hands on the last night on earth.
The singer and their lover shared a tender moment on what they believed to be their last night alive.

Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
Despite their surroundings deteriorating around them, the singer and their lover shared a passionate and intense moment of affection.

It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
The singer and their lover were alone on the outskirts of town, but had a sense of unity with the shared human experience of suffering.

So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
The couple walked together through a desolate landscape of destruction and could feel the weight of their own mortality and fragility.

In our cancer of passion you said, 'Death is a midnight runner.'
Amidst their passionate love, the couple acknowledges that death is an ever-present reality and cannot be outwitted.

The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
The world felt cataclysmic, as if something precious had been lost forever.

We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The couple used the pieces of their shattered world to create something new and beautiful; they found hope amidst destruction.

The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The couple recognizes the cyclical nature of suffering and that their actions will affect future generations.

The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
Even the smallest creatures could recognize the chaos and destruction of the world, and sought refuge elsewhere.

I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't for two. I rode alone.
The artist wanted to share any coming tragedy with their lover, but ultimately realized they had to face it alone.

You said, 'The cinders are falling like snow.'
The world around them is consumed by destruction and chaos.

There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey.
The couple finds beauty in the midst of suffering and creates art that speaks to the raw, emotional human experience.

Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The couple feels a desperate need to leave their mark on the world, to have their existence recognized.

The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
The couple feels consumed by the darkness and the unknown future that lies ahead.

Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
Despite everything, the couple finds peace in one another and in the natural world, where they feel a sense of guidance towards something greater.