I stand proud on top of this limousine.
Its moving; faster than my life.
Poetry explodes out of my lips
“One day I will lay you to rest”

I feel this breeze cures my skin.
It tingles, it stings of bitter memories.
My words feel violent written over my body
In blood, in glory.
“Lay you to rest in my head”

Its twisted around my skull
Constricting the very nature of my soul
But those words, those haunting words
Shine brightly around me.
“Lay. Rest. You. Will.”

It stops.
And I fly. The blur of the world makes it seem broken
Divided by the splinters in my hand
I land; crashing to the ground like a comet; the fire ball in the sky.
“I lay you...”

The eyes of another stare back into mine.
I do not know who you are.
But you have engaged me. I am free from my bounds; my chains.
The cold surrounds me, enclosing me around in my own fortress.
“May I lay you to rest...”