I’m in the game ending, there is not much left to destroy.
Planets banging like billiard balls and trees falling like bowling skittles.
Gladiator wounds hidden under makeup. Glittery polish on white sand dunes. Fluorescent colors causing blindness. Boulevards punctuated by wrestlers statues.
Sandmen sleeping on purple smoke clouds. Flowering lightnings reflected on war armor.
Masks to keep breathing the smell of strawberries. Music that mixes with the sound of firecrackers. Attractions in flames and overheated carousels. Blinking blue robotic eyes, nobody to look at them.