Don’t you dare pull me

from the wreckage of my life

when I lose my high

and fall from the sky.

don’t even put out the flames,

I want people to see them

from miles away.

I want the explosion to shake

a thousand cities

and wake the children

from their nightmares of monsters

to a reality that drove millions

to suicide.

I want want the debris of my thoughts to scatter

and shatter windows nearby.

And when it's all said and done

I want the land to be scared forever

and cursed with my madness.
I want kids daring each other

to walk up to the spot

where I fell from sanity and tore up the field

they now fear.

Don't mourn me

for I will not be gone,

I'll be hiding behind the flames laughing

at all the different parts of me

killed by the impact

of whatever drug or drink

has rotted out my mind

to the point of brainless bliss.

So don't you dare pull me

from the wreckage of my life

when I lose my high

and fall from the sky,

because I want to enjoy being charred

of every brain cell

and every agonizing thought,

until I'm finally crushed

by the settling debris.