Shrouded in black
Hired self assassin
Blue crack eyes shifting to gray
Taught me a few things
How not to die
How to kill-others
How to stand (up)
Stop smiling and taking it
Inside or
In the face
Without a sound
Stop nodding and pretending
I care
I hope
I can fly
Insted yell- fuck, SCREAM
NEVER STOP SCREAMING
And perhaps if I'm
Loud enough
Bright enough
Orange enough
My explosion will leave an impression where I stood
not just a charred wick
but a crater to be named after me
(not just an epitaph)
And it won't be for Nothing.
