ignited like a lighter,
fluid burning quick

rot on my skin, scars up you face

i watch you perish in debauch
while you hold my hand

I say jump, you say how high.
As high as the sky,
                   to that cloud number 9

Floating in the gas above the ground, feeling like gravity can’t effect you.

You breathe in the earth, the bits you rolled up,
                                                             ­                     and light it up to turn it to smoke.

Watching her burn with such delight, you take a puff and let the air in your lungs turn to soot.