We Danced on the Roof ‘Til the Sirens Won
The sky cracked open like a skull, and the city bled fire across our feet
You pulled me close, hair full of dust, eyes full of defiance and ruin
Said, “If this is it, I’m not dying without one last fuck or dance”
We climbed that condemned hotel like it was Olympus, or maybe our grave
Neon flickered behind clouds of ash, and I swear I saw angels jerking off
While we kissed like bombs were just backup dancers to our goodbye
We danced on the roof ‘til the sirens won, hips grinding in the rhythm of collapse
Every moan echoed louder than the fallout, every gasp a middle finger to fate
We burned brighter than the city going under us, and laughed in the smoke
Below us, people screamed prayers into phones with no signal, begged gods with titles they never used sober
But we fucked standing up, hands bruising skin like we owed the scars rent
And I screamed your name just to hear it one more time over the crumbling skyline
Your swe hit my lips like baptism, your thighs like a requiem
And when the blast wave hit, we didn’t flinch—we came as the sky turned black
death wasn’t scary—it was jealous
I don’t know wh’s left of me, or if I’m real anymore—but I still taste you in ash
And every time I close my eyes, I feel your hips and hear the sirens hum
We didn’t survive—but fuck, we conquered the end with a climax