highlighting the space between
statue and sunset
How did I get here?
resurrecting on the throne
Tyrant dead-eye smile
stirs the heart and poisons souls
seduced to torture
Pancake heart flipping
over and over again
and I don’t know why
Hanging on a ledge by my fingertips, I jeopardize myself like this, and I know this, but I’m not worried.
I could die today and it wouldn’t really make a difference.
Not to me anyway, and they would all get past it eventually.
Probably, really they’d be better off, and let’s face it so would I.
Imagine all the heartbreak and pain I wouldn’t have to experience, and all the disappointments I would never visit on my loved ones.
It would be simple, and I’d never hurt anyone again.
But I’m only ten, and it’s my birthday party.