It's the End of the World and I Want a Baby

Isn't it sad to think of,
how things could have been?
given a little more time, a little more breath,
a little more spit?

I promise you, I'm not biting off more than I can chew
I think within me, I've always wanted you.
From snapshots in trains
Tiny tears I can't wipe.

There's a baby, it's all mine
Forget their touches, forget the lies.
Revived within me,
my little child — through pink red smoke clouds,
the end of time.