#volcanicpanic

A wonderland, wintery. With strict height demands. Lining up to take a safe fall, when we’re old enough. Getting dark, and a little yellow at heart. Sugarhead, burning out as we reach the end. It sinks in as the bar drops down, and our fates are sealed for sure. Finish up, and go home to really nothing much. At the start it was so slow; snuck up so fast. Dying light. This’ll be our last ride tonight. It sinks in as the bar drops down, and our fates are sealed for sure. The shakes hit me. Creaking, the slow march upwards. Waving. Soothing. Losing consciousness. It cranks up the cliff. Over the lip it bends, delivers our grisly end. Death Mountain.

Resolved. Cosmically old. Untold aeons grow cold. The scene at the end forgets three acts’ events. It came. And went away. It ate up the days. Even light—frozen in mid-flight. The arrow of time, lost in the night. Everything explodes; we find our way home. We find our way. The scene at the end forgets three acts’ events. The heat death.

Life Throes, by Death Mountain (Soundcloud)

Music video for Word Salad by Death Mountain (YouTube)

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