My thoughts are dangerous
I am the pilot of the plane
But I fancy the idea of plummeting to the earth in a beautiful ball of fire
Romantic, I think
Stunning, I think
Breathtaking, I think
But the only beautiful part about it is the falling
What of the melted flesh, burning hair
Fragmented remains of something perfectly wonderful
I didn't need to ruin
My thoughts shouldn't be dangerous like this, but they are