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Everything is on fire
They said I was crazy as a child

Well the fire on the posters on my walls
Causes me to rock back forth for fear

The fire will reach me too.
I pray it reaches you, you who doesn’t,

Couldn’t understand me.  
The fire is spreading

I think it’s reached my face now
Because my face is on fire.  

I think it’s in my brain now 
Because I can’t seem to function

But only stars and burning red spots
On charcoal walls that once used to house

That which I call my collage of
Music, art, photography, etc.

It was beautiful, but now, on fire, 
It has become even more beautiful

I bet I’m not saying the things you would expect
Well I don’t expect you to properly expect

What is expected of me, predictably unpredictable.
I go to bars to stare at the wall

Because it’s easier to look there than to people,
Who tell me, subconsciously,

That I will commit suicide one day.  
The thought of suicide is a powerful comfort

That and the thing about music
Is the only thing I respect Nietzsche for saying.

He probably didn’t even say it but the fire said it through him
Right before the dragons came to slay him.

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