we don't deserve a hero...

slow, fast, can't stop breathing and all the while the world spins around in violent mak-ra-may. i fell off the side of the earth into spiraling afterthought reading your poems among the stars. what if i did something terrible? would you care to try and stop me? would it kill you like the sounds of my eardrums popping with every cracked hip female smile?

we don't believe in living and we don't deserve a hero. in the velvet footfall, would you still want me? what am i become for you? would you hold me in epic funeral? epithaph or the seraphs and blood from the lips of God? it's not that i can't live without you, it's that i don't want to have to.