If I had a knife, I might stab your core.
If I had a gun, I might aim at your temple.
If I had a bat, I might swing at your back.
If I had a bow, I might release at your ankles.
If I had a spear, I might launch at your legs.
If I had tachyon lasers, I would blast you into the next fucking dimension.
|I just want to feel special.|
If I were to remain still enough, I could detect my pulse. I could feel the blood in my veins, and I could sense the oxygen inside each platelet. I could take in the hadrons and the muons moving through my being. I could consider my membranes of plasma pumping. I could credit my organelles for function. I could observe the the spin of fermions, and the charge of quarks. I could witness my lipids and my acids breaking down. I could perceive my metabolic waste shifting. I could appreciate the atmosphere's grasp on my body. I could respect my genetic material. I could harness growth, and I could suspect change.
But when do I slow?
This grip on my chest, it won't let go.
And this hold on my lungs, it won't release.
This fog in my head, it won't clear.
And this panic in my heart, it won't subside.
This clot in my blood, it won't soften.
And this pressure in my pulse, it won't lighten.
This fear in my conscience, it won't leave.
And this frailty, it won't toughen.
It's really very cold, and my head is swimming ferociously, and I'm petrified, and I'm begging, and I'm crying, and it won't stop, and no one will make it stop, and I can't catch my breath, and I can't make it go away, and I can feel my heart pounding relentlessly, and I can hear my lungs gasping, and I need help, and I just can't do this.
Until the universe explodes,
And the super nova burns us to crisps,
And the blast engulfs all celestial bodies,
And the black holes swallow the world,
And light can no longer escape,
And all momentum comes to a halt,
And all particles evaporate,
And all matter is destroyed,
And all life as we know it is over,
I will always love you.