Ashes In Your Mouth
There’s glass in the street and the sky’s gone black.
We fuck on the kitchen floor, windows blown out back.
Sirens in the distance, walls shaking with doom,
but you’re riding me slow, the end won’t come soon.
We taste the world burning, grit in our teeth.
I bury my tongue in you, you beg me not to leave.
You scratch my chest bloody, you spit in my hair.
If this is our last night, then let’s die unaware.
Ashes in your mouth, my name on your tongue.
We’re fucking in the ruins, we’re sucking air in our lungs.
If the world ends tonight, let it end in your screams.
Let the bombs rain down, let’s end it obscene.
The sirens are closing, there’s blood in the hall,
but you bite at my neck, you beg for it all.
We come with the thunder, bodies covered in dust.
I kiss every bruise, I choke while I thrust.
We move like it’s ritual, like death’s at the door.
I fuck you ’til nothing, you cry out for more.
When the windows shatter, you smile, I curse.
You ride out the end—let’s see who comes first.
No heaven, no hell, just sweat and skin.
When the fire rolls in, I’ll be deep within.
If all we have left is this world burned out—
I want you gasping.
Ashes in your mouth.
When the fire is done and the city is bone,
I’ll taste you again, I’ll never be alone.
If this is our grave, let’s bury regret.
We’ll come one more time—
the world ain’t dead yet.
“This is the final broadcast. Breathe deep, hold someone,
and let the silence take you gently.
There’s nothing left to fear.”
Can you hear me?
Do you remember me?
“This is the final broadcast…”