The crater

Now you drag me
Into the crater
You kiss me ever so wildly
If you kissed me here
70 years ago
Oh what a romantic ending
It clearly used to be
One of the most obscure parks
Now there’s smoke of a different kind here
Is there possibly one or the other
Absurd and romantic mind here

Now we are standing
At the bay of angels
At the most immaculate beach ever
If the earthquake
Drags us into the ocean
Oh what a poetic ending
They say they are tired
Of our no future
They can’t understand our self torture
And our constant
Flirt with death
Is because we live for the moment