MOLLY HAVILAND

will there b tearz of tar n rivers of honey

or tearz of honey and riverz of tar

in creation

what we create is always gonna be shit

the next thing we create is always going to be better

our best is yet to come hun

the honey runs faster when its hot

so it means when god created us

were still shit

and the best is yet to come

so my love

here you are you take me right back to the start again

have you forgotten me already

when i thought our intimacys were so sweet

you made me feel like i had the world in my hands

when i was just touching you

this whole time

what is it that has changed

but i can grow

close

strong roots

with you

im sure

if theres any trees left on this earth

when it ends

that is

SHE REALISED THAT THE PLATECTONIC TABLETS OF THIS WORLD
WERE GONNA CRUSH HER SOUL

if the electrical currents didnt get her first

she realised she was growing thin

as in not physcially

physcially she grew fat from the sensual greed

but mindfully

she realised she grew thin

she asked where was her mind

why was it not normal like the others anymore

but there was no one to save her now

no others

she had fallen down the unrelatable

physhcisms of the rabit hole

skitty n lost

not one person she thought could understand her

she skits n beats

to the rythmn of her own drum

her faster than everyone else drum

its lonely up here

when you gots no one to hold you tight

mind racing

but alone now

and mind more lost than it was before

because theres no one else left here now to inhabit this planet with you

IN A HIGH CARBON ATMOSPHERE, THERE WOULD BE RIVERS OF TAR AND MOUNTAINS OF DIAMONDS

but listen

none of this matters

when your talking about the end of the world

cos theyll just b rivers of tar then

and at least 100 of us

who need to fuck right now

to repopulate this planet

i want to leave my soul bear

so ive just written this for now

but you know when the end of the world comes youll be standing there by yourself

alone

without the boy who let you down

SO THERE SHE STOOD THE LAST HUMAN

mad and alone

dreaming of her first loves/ love blind

amoungst

forestless lands

mountains of diamonds

and

rivers of tar

and honey tears

let us look upon this

my dears

for this land shall change

and we shall change too

there might be a time where we belong to each other

but not now

now is only the time for standing alone