This is the End.

Now,
Between them,
All glass and broken boards.
Before,
The darkness had consumed their direction,
It swallowed their home,
And showed them too their naked identities.
They thought maybe throwing fire on the situation would hide their issues,
And it didn’t.
And they got bored.
There were no explosions and the roof became low and oppressive,
There were rats in that ceiling that knew their secrets,
The big secrets.
Oh how they wished the rats would live up to their name and spill their hidden truths.
But they didn’t,
And they threw Molotov cocktails into the crawl space.
It rained plasterboard and rat carcasses but not answers;
Then they realised why their friends stopped talking to them.
So she spat nails at him,
And he strangled her with knives,
Then they both went fetal,
But that didn’t help either.
Ultimately muddled in their stupidity,
They threw their arguments together and nothing went bang.
In the glare of the obvious,
It became finally clear that their nuclear fusion was spent.
And this was more than the light of day could clear up.
So they laughed and held hands.
How funny was it that it was finally time to leave those loving ruins?