The vest grows heavy on my shoulders Fuse in one hand Match in the other Fingertips practically itching to act.
Why is it so hard to self destruct? I've got all the required materials right here Why can't I be just like them Loose with words and actions Spreading myself like cloudcover?
They've got me thinking Maybe if I could just explode Pulverize myself into tiny bits In that brief moment Of becoming nothing from something I'll forget your scent Your eyes and your voice That for a heartbeat, if only just one Your name won't be pulsing through my veins
Even if it was the last thing on my lips.
I don't think I've got it in me. Maybe that's for the best.