We are not judged by how we die,
but how we choose to live
and I don't quite know why
but I feel just about ten seconds shy
of becoming a hero.
I feel like Nero, fiddling
while I watch my passions burn.
With no stones left to turn,
I find myself taking the time it takes
to leave myself alone.
With a heart encased in stone,
I watch angels give their wings away
for a moment of staying on the ground
and I see cacophonies jeer, shout and cheer
without ever making a sound.