I paint flames on my fighter jet
knowing I will not be coming back
I have a one way ticket
to the edge of oblivion

Death takes the rear seat
and in the thin air
drops the bombs
to wake up the enemy

He giggles as he brakes their slumber
just to put them to sleep again
as the last bomb falls
I make a bee line to the sun

Let me finish what I did not begin
let me die with death by my side
for I hate him as much
as I do hate myself

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris