If the sky fell through,
would we feel the melanoid seep in us
and let the darkness pulse in our veins,
let ourselves be controlled by sin
and become zealots of the night

If the sky fell through,
would we feel the stars burning into us
and let ourselves decay to the glittering beauty,
let us be cut by a flaming twinkle
and become devoted to a concupiscent love for such bright wonders

Or If the sky fell through,
would we just lie there and let it
let it absorb our demons and our deeds
For no good or bad, but just a middle ground
And forget about yesterday and tomorrow
just to live

If the sky fell through,
would we have lived enough.