Today, I want to sink my chest into yours. Your heart pumping blood through my veins for a bit, mine doesn't want to anymore. Let's trade. I'll put my brain on ice. Wash this skull cavity with some minty fresh chemical while my wrinkled pink mother board discovers cryogenics. When I place it back Into my tingly, almost numb now, chemical washed head I will still feel heavy. I want to turn to a whisp. Like the Night Elves in World of Warcraft. A floating blue orb of energy Just a spirit, weightless. Let me live as electricity, like that spark you felt . Like that spark they all felt. Place me in the power lines so I can power houselights and televisions. Let me be usefull for something again. Don't convert my head though. Keep that on Ice. Better still, creamate everything but my heart. Let the ashes get caught in carpets and drain pipes Kept in little ziplock baggies, Tucked in a wooden box, Kept back seat of my mothers car, So she can hold it once in awhile. Until she parks her car in a bad part of town And a homeless man breaks in Doesn't steal the gps, or her wallet on the front seat, But snorts me three hours later Thinking he just hit the jack ***. That's where I want to be.
In the lungs of some car burglar Where his addiction should have been, coughing on my ashes.
He won't get my heart though. Keep that frozen in a white room. Smelling of copper, by a tray of tools, Latex gloves and paper masks.