I put my lighter to my neck , it’s the first time in life I wanted to burn.
I want my ashes to blow to you, drift around your body land upon your hair, you’ll breath them into your soul.
I will create a soft landing for your feet and you will paint yourself with me.
You will dance upon my skull, before you find my breast … you will caress my scattered brain because when my body is nothing but dust it all looks the same.
As my body is burning , ashes are blowing I will sing your melodies in a high pitched scream and i’ll live deep beneath your fingernails, for my ashes will first land on your guitar strings.
I will teach you what a real high euphoria is and I will dismantle your mind that worshiped the vain, because when you snort my ashes you realize back then I was nothing more to you but cocaine.
You’ll realize my innocence and how I once danced with free , you’ll lay upon my ashes , as you laid upon my body before, and you will create an angle without wings.
and I’ll be dead upon the living but alive among the dead and my memories will immerse you and you will find nothing but truth within the lies I’ve said.
but my reality is when my ashes burn they will only turn my “yellow wallpaper” brown…. and the ashes will fall onto the blue sky and paint it gray.
I put my lighter down…