Broken Orbit

non-existence, blackening.

Acid pools of teardrops,
liquid magma rainfalls,
burning stench of crisp,
cratered blue fireballs.

Melted souls fall the sky,
silence screams the air,
fused together as one,
as Earth went up a flare.

Vanished all existence,
empty blackened space,
what sat on a broken orbit,
had all been erased.