you asked me if i
thought it hurt when
icarus threw himself into the
sun
i didn't have the heart to
tell you how the story ended
how he woke up in a burn
ward
how he flipped a coin
heads or tails and when
it came up daedalus was still
dead
you can romanticize it all you
want but we all know who's
who in this metaphor and how
sweet
it will feel when you incinerate
me i promise when i wake up
wherever that is i'll still write you
psalms