Electricity runs in my blood, Painting the trees a more vibrant green, Than the unburning eye can see. The taste of the air. The burn of ice in my lungs. The charge under my skin. The world moves in slow motion, But my heart beats fast in my chest, And I feel warmth run to my upper lip. The red is startling, Sends my mind into fright, But I soon relish in the feeling. Seemingly alive for the first time. Seemingly dying. The feeling of birth and death as one. The feeling of life and decay as one. The feeling of adrenaline and sleep. My hands are shaking. My hands are shaking. I got blood on my sleeve. I want it in my mouth. I put the fabric in between my teeth And **** But I can taste no copper. I am trembling, The chalk lodged in my throat. I am flying high, So high. And know it will pass. I am Icarus flying by the sun I am Daedalus, ashamed of his failure My fingers do not craft wings, But words. Endless, nonsense words That my mind deems sensible. But I am Newton. But all things must fall, And gravity has it’s hold of me. It never brings me down gently. All things must fall. Even stars must fall. Even stars. Even angels. Even lovers. I love it, love. I love love. I love to love. I hate to lose. I miss it. I miss loving. I miss falling. I miss the natural drop. This is artificial, Electricity holding my wings aloft. The wind whispers no poetry. This is not beautiful. This is not harps and angels. This is not making love in the hay fields. This is not a dive off of a cliff. This is the bass in my ears. The whispered hush in my head. The shaking of my desperate legs. And I hear the beat drop. All things must fall. All things must fall. Even girls must fall. Even boys must fall. Even the place between must drop to it’s knees and beg. See me. See me. Watch me as I burn myself to the ground. Watch me hit the ground. All things must fall.