Haiku for idiots

I have a headache
giant hands popping my scull
like grapes between teeth

The apocalypse,
drawing in on me like age
the fall of body

Perfection is when
The sky turns black, disappears
Then I'll fall in love

You've killed me again
I can't believe I love you
Yet I can not stop

This is rather dumb
Yet I keep on doing it
tripping over you

Apocalypso
We'll dance on fields of burned grass
I have a headache.