To The Last

I Won’t
Even
Try
To
Ride
The
Sky
To
Mars
And
Dwell
Among
The
Cold,
Uncaring
Stars
On
A
Planet
Burnt
To
A
Crust
Of
Subatomic
Dust
Eons
Ago
By
Fools
Like
Us.
No,
I Don’t
Care
To
Go
Where
Carbon
Falls
Like
Metallic
Snow
In
An
Irradiated
Glow.
I’ll
Stay
On
This
World
That’s
Falling
Apart
And
Die
Here
Among
The
Rubble
Of
Broken
Hearts.