"silly rabbit, tricks are for kids/ a key to a coma where the friend of a friend lives..."

they sit at a round table and discuss your future. whether society would gain from your bloodshed. would you tell us about the view from the pedestal? describe the things we will never see? will you be cut deep into stone or washed away like the sand of a foreign tide?

the history books would write themselves if nothing ever happened in the world.

gulping at carbon monoxide like wide-eyed guppies won't change much, except maybe who will stand on the frozen ground above your grave a thousand years from now...

i'll bring the flowers and paint the town black for you. we all will. just try to stay sane until we can find an envelope big enough to hold our tears and your pipedreams.