On a blanket near Clark's Bridge Park, my maddest joy will be watching an explosion bigger than the sky itself, I want this entire place to be engulfed by an ocean of flames. I won't stop for death, you will stop for me. The silence afterward will be the toxic waves and only they reply, the mind is hot, breaks against my ear.
You don't get me, I'll outlast the sun, you don't get it. Look at what I say, can't you fucking read? You think I am like everyone else, really? I am begging some of you, figure it out. You're gonna get cobwebs swinging from the ceiling, nothing more, nothing less. I feel sorry for you, I do. Die for beauty, it's scarce, especially mine, wait and see.